ENVIAR LETRAS
Top 100
Lanzamientos de álbumes
Artistas
Comunidade
Francés
Portuguese
Inglés
Corrección Letra
Cypher
par
Migos
Regreso
Letra
Wait a minute, who are you? (Ayy, yo, K.i.D) Woo, woo, woo (Durel made the beat, I'ma rock with it) Hey I pull up in the Double-R Ghost with no tint on the windows Lil' b*t*h givin' top in it (What you do?) I look at my watch, I got rocks in it (Ice) Heat the thirty round, yeah, that's the Glock finish (Let's go) Heat 'em up, put that boy in the pot with me (Ha) Cool him off, hit that boy with a hot glizzy (Hot) I just went, got my BM a rover Took five hundred K, took that to the lot with me (Zoom) From the AM to PM, I stop billin' (AM to PM) This a house on my wrist, this a Richard Mille (Richard Mille) I just took the top off of the caterpillar (Lamb) I get you spent for a half a nickel (Spent) The same n***as who ridin', they layin' with you (Ride) As soon as they slidе, I'ma pay the ticket (Let's go) Somеbody gon' die and it ain't gon' be me I got caught with my ho, me and bae on TV (Cheese) Give a f**k 'bout a rapper, won't play your CD I heard buddy got whacked, I was layin' with a freak This Patek do magic, look like it's 3-D (Patek) Eat that sh*t up, baby, bon appétit (Eat it up) This b*t*h gotta slurp it before a CC (Yes, sir) Pulled up, back to back Lambo, repeat (Back to back) M on my neck, you gon' die, yeah, for these (I ain't goin') Ants on your chest, we pour fire with ease (Ha, ha) Stop, drop and roll, I make 'em freeze Alphabet's on my neck, always rockin' VVs (Bling, bling) Ayy, you don't wanna be the n***a I see Fully loaded F&N tucked up under my teeth Light 'em up in front of you, so you could tell them what you seen Flexin', ball on a n***a, Mr. Clean I get to open fire on that n***a and your team You ever seen a grown ass n***a on his knees? Makin' prayer hands, beggin' everybody, "Please" (Ah) Got him p*ssin' in his pants, n***a need a pair of jeans I'ma come clean with a hundred round machine I'm a young bull like the front of Lamborghinis Ooh, this a M when the phone go, "Bing" Just like the barber, put the crown on the kings Diamonds water like the [?] in Ali If I shoot him, I'ma turn into a meme Elijah one, a king FaceTime, get a thirty for a clean Add the dues to two .16s And if I stay in these jeans, drop a [?] Went to the jeweler, put the gang on freeze I see more weed than trees Don't trip the score, we up the lease I got her a Lyft and told her to leave Bang with the pot like Beyblade If he get popped with the Glock, we don't say things My money, ice, we datin' Choppa, I call it the [?] for me straightin' Your n***as on the block go KC On JoJo, they singin' 12 on the block, if they pull up, we shakin' Runnin' with the Glock on safety Ten bad b*t*hes wanna rape me I'm in the yard tryna have a n***a babies I put a three in the pot, that's a Tracy I give prayer to the God, 'cause he made me Lamborghini with the doors, wanna race me? Need me to walk in the building, gon' pay me? I'm in the O, I'm tryna get loads that's bigger than Hov and Jay-Z Pick up my phone, pray it is not tapped, they under me Wanna make a hunnid bands, rockin' fire, I go to sleep Five sticks shootin' out the roof of [?] I two-tone the AP, now is the [?] They bitin' like rabies, the [?] 480 My body is brazin', straight out the bando, the bottom, the basement Feelin' like Meech, I got rats in the vases I'm part of the nation, we f**k 'em and rake 'em I make a thot count the money, she naked I'm with the doc, I got knots in the vacant I got seats from the all the way, camera surveillance I'ma dog on the b*t*h, we solve it, we stitch Crash like man and we all gon' blitz Man, I got the b*t*h lockjaw like a [?] And I got five top floors with a pent I will not give a b*t*h numbers to [?] Woo, just flyin' like Ric Woo, my wrist out the fridge I'm trustin' my dawg 'fore I'm trustin' a b*t*h All on my .30, I'm buyin' a brick This for my dawg, he just got out the fence My n***as flooded, fact, legit My papers muddy, poured up a six (Let me go) Domestic violence, got lil' buddy sick He done beat the ho up, 'cause I'm f**kin' his b*t*h I know he don't like it, but f**k it I pulled up one deep with my ice, I won't tuck it I see why they hatin', I'm everybody favorite I beat n***as up, take they life out in public I'm surrounded by steppers, we stompin' BDB, I'ma walk down the runway I pull up and smash on a n***a, I'm rich just like Roddy Got racks in the middle, I'm hittin' that b*t*h from the back, watch it jiggle I hop off the jet, throw my bags in the rental I done parked at the club, but we never got in it We put twenty-five hoes in the back of the sprinter Got one thousand hunnids threw back in my dinner Do the math, hundred thousand on me and I'm chillin' Do the bag, get to flashin' on n***as, start hittin' Turn the street to a track the way n***as start sprintin', b*t*h
videoclip
Tu nombre será publicado. Deje los campos en blanco para permanecer en el anonimato.
Enviar
Modal title
×
Insertar medios
Video URL?
(YouTube, Vimeo, Instagram, DailyMotion, Soundcloud)
×
Recuérdame
Contraseña perdida
Conectarte
Registrarse