CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Pete Rose
I'm gassed up with Shmack Harv
Hold up what you mean? I'm bout my team and green
Spitting fire, smoking blunts, gasoline
Uncle ain't got enough, God forgive him he a fiend
Getting dirty money, but my mineral crystal clean
All these n***as takin, let my gun do the ramblin
Every time I throw a shot, it go in the basket
Lookin in the mirror, face meltin off the acid
If she a bad b*t*h, Imma cuff her faster
I told that b*t*h don't leave no hickey cause my b*t*h gon kill me
At the gun range cop a uzi, now go make a movie
Acne jeans on my waist, so I don't do no Subis
Off-White with the bricks I got that Virgil Louis
Shmack Harv on the beat, and I gon bring the heat
Marino on my shirt, and Kanye on my feet
I'm bout to take a flight somewhere to Italy
Milly Rockin on the block, my gun be poppin
Carve that boy up like a pitcher, pour the liquor
YG Addie slicker pour the lean, pour it bigger
Hold up what you mean? I'm bout my team and green
Spitting fire, smoking blunts, gasoline
Uncle ain't got enough, God forgive him he a fiend
Getting dirty money, but my mineral crystal clean
All these n***as takin, let my gun do the ramblin
Every time I throw a shot, it go in the basket
Lookin in the mirror, face meltin off the acid
If she a bad b*t*h, Imma cuff her faster
I told that b*t*h don't leave no hickey cause my b*t*h gon kill me
At the gun range cop a uzi, now go make a movie
Acne jeans on my waist, so I don't do no Subis
Off-White with the bricks I got that Virgil Louis
Shmack Harv on the beat, and I gon bring the heat
Marino on my shirt, and Kanye on my feet
I'm bout to take a flight somewhere to Italy
Milly Rockin on the block, my gun be poppin
Carve that boy up like a pitcher, pour the liquor
YG Addie slicker pour the lean, pour it bigger
