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Letra : Revolver
(What you say, gang?)
BK
(What you say, gang?)
TM, TM, yeah, BK sh*t, you heard?
(What you say,?gang?)
What?
F**k?ho
(Produced by Cre8)
B*t*h,?it's BK, I ain't worried 'bout?b*t*hes
F**k on your ho, then take off with my riches
F**k paparazzi, b*t*h, I don't take pictures
Whole team sippin' purp', I'm couped up with my n***as
Ridin' 'round, b*t*h, we got the extension
We ain't fighting, b*t*h, I got Smith & Wesson
Glock with me nonstop, ain't no pressing
Geeked up, teachin' n***as a lesson
I ain't rapping 'bout my hair being pretty
And that's why all these lil' hoes don't f**k with me
Comin' up, b*t*h, you better f**k with me
AR-15, little b*t*h, that's a semi
Give your a** a heart attack on Demi
Acting a fool on your block, need an Emmy
Ain't no other doin' it better than me
Shout out my shooters way up in Miami
Shout out my shooters way up on the top
Flock boys, b*t*h, we riding drop-top
She want the gang, tryna get at my top
At her crib, they all wearin' crop-top
Gas pack, b*t*h, I don't smoke the drops
What you say, gang?
One to the brain, do the dash
If you ain't 'bout it, lil' ho, I just laugh
Flee the scene, shoot that b*t*h in her calf (Skrrt, skrrt, what you say, gang?)
That's a revolver, not a Glock (What you say, gang?)
This blick is a solver, I don't talk (What you say, gang?)
I cannot lock her, she a flock (What you say, gang?)
Got your motherf**kin' mom sayin' it's a bop (What you say, gang?)
B*t*h, it's BK, I ain't worried 'bout b*t*hes
F**k on your ho, then take off with my riches
F**k paparazzi, b*t*h, I don't take pictures
Whole team sippin' purp', I'm couped up with my n***as
Ridin' 'round, b*t*h, we got the extension
We ain't fighting, b*t*h, I got Smith & Wesson
Glock with me nonstop, ain't no pressing
Geeked up, teachin' n***as a lesson
BK
(What you say, gang?)
TM, TM, yeah, BK sh*t, you heard?
(What you say,?gang?)
What?
F**k?ho
(Produced by Cre8)
B*t*h,?it's BK, I ain't worried 'bout?b*t*hes
F**k on your ho, then take off with my riches
F**k paparazzi, b*t*h, I don't take pictures
Whole team sippin' purp', I'm couped up with my n***as
Ridin' 'round, b*t*h, we got the extension
We ain't fighting, b*t*h, I got Smith & Wesson
Glock with me nonstop, ain't no pressing
Geeked up, teachin' n***as a lesson
I ain't rapping 'bout my hair being pretty
And that's why all these lil' hoes don't f**k with me
Comin' up, b*t*h, you better f**k with me
AR-15, little b*t*h, that's a semi
Give your a** a heart attack on Demi
Acting a fool on your block, need an Emmy
Ain't no other doin' it better than me
Shout out my shooters way up in Miami
Shout out my shooters way up on the top
Flock boys, b*t*h, we riding drop-top
She want the gang, tryna get at my top
At her crib, they all wearin' crop-top
Gas pack, b*t*h, I don't smoke the drops
What you say, gang?
One to the brain, do the dash
If you ain't 'bout it, lil' ho, I just laugh
Flee the scene, shoot that b*t*h in her calf (Skrrt, skrrt, what you say, gang?)
That's a revolver, not a Glock (What you say, gang?)
This blick is a solver, I don't talk (What you say, gang?)
I cannot lock her, she a flock (What you say, gang?)
Got your motherf**kin' mom sayin' it's a bop (What you say, gang?)
B*t*h, it's BK, I ain't worried 'bout b*t*hes
F**k on your ho, then take off with my riches
F**k paparazzi, b*t*h, I don't take pictures
Whole team sippin' purp', I'm couped up with my n***as
Ridin' 'round, b*t*h, we got the extension
We ain't fighting, b*t*h, I got Smith & Wesson
Glock with me nonstop, ain't no pressing
Geeked up, teachin' n***as a lesson
