SUBMIT LYRICS
Top 100
Album releases
artists
Community
French
Spanish
Portuguese
Correction Lyrics
Beatbox Remix
by
Gutta100
Back
Lyrics
Gutta100, ayy Let's go They wanna see me slip, mm, I gotta keep me a blick Run down, I come off the hip Didn't think twice, shoot up the clip I'm in love with the bread, not a b*t*h I'ma trap 'til I'm dead or I'm rich All that cap, now your dawg in a ditch I'm the sh*t, dropped a bands on some kicks I was just locked up eatin' grits Now I'm ridin' in a foreign, ducked off behind [?] I was just down bad on my d**k Now I pop out with twenty bands like it ain't sh*t Stop callin' your girl 'cause she eatin' my kids If I robbed you, get it back [?] what it is My dawg just spun the band, he wan' spin again He finna mary-go they block 'til they dead Like a pedophile, I got my c*ck out Boy told me, "Stay off the block 'cause the cops out" On my way to the top, no, I cannot stop now If the opps outsidе, you know I'ma pop out Pull up with .40's and .30's and TEC's Wherever wе catch you, we gon' leave a mess Drop five on your head and my dawg in your chest I'm rollin' your homie, he smokin' the best I'm still in the trap and we servin' that hard He say that he 'bout it, I'm pullin' his card b*t*h, you already know I keep a stick If you run down on me, then you won't see tomorrow I keep that b*t*h on my lap, I am not Rick Ross It is not in the trunk of my car Why would I keep it there? That's too far Tryna run down, I send shots like a bar I gave y'all enough time to drop now, it's over I mix the [?] with soda I poured a deuce up in my soda, got me leanin' over Please don't trust me, I might sneak ya, yeah, b*t*h, I'm a vulture Your girl said she wanna f**k, I told her come bend over Right pocket got the strap, left pocket bands in it Plug actin' funny, I ain't wanna rob, I let my mans hit 'em That boy the broke plus he a clown, can't even stand with 'em If you my dawg and the opps pull up, then I'ma blam with 'em They say DaBaby remixed this song the hardest, well like a Pamper, boy, I'm on your ass I remember back in school, I was cuttin' class just to go and sell me a slab I had a teacher that thought I was cute and she made sure I passed every time I did bad Yeah, that b*t*h bad, but when she take off all her makeup, I don't even think that she bad I'm up right now, f**k next, b*t*h, I'm steppin' on necks It's my turn to go flex, told the label they need to cut checks If we send shots, we hittin' noggins, pu**y don't need no vests Now this sh*t a challenge, in middle school I used to beatbox my chest
music video
Your name will be published. Leave fields blanks to remain anonymous.
Submit
Modal title
×
Insert media
Video URL?
(YouTube, Vimeo, Instagram, DailyMotion, Soundcloud)
×
Remember me
Lost password
Sign in
Register