CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Nahh Fr
I'm slidin' with these choppers, just me by myself
Lotta n***as be talkin', they really be cappers
I cannot beef with no rapper, they do too much typin'
I'm type to walk up and slap 'em
Smokin' on broccoli, sh*t taste like fruit
f**ked this b*t*h, she was foreign in LA, ask Al
Pull up on me, let's get active
My n***as 'bout action, no actin'
I'm just tryna ball, no waxin'
These choppers, just me by myself
Lotta n***as be talkin', they really be cappers
I cannot beef with no rapper, they do too much typin'
I'm type to walk up and slap 'em
Smokin' on broccoli, sh*t taste like fruit
f**ked this b*t*h, she was foreign in LA, ask Al
Pull up on me, let's get active
My n***as 'bout action, no actin'
I'm just tryna ball, no waxin'
Glock tucked, thirty stickin' out
I just walked out the bank with a large amount
Better not walk up on me on no funny sh*t
You lil' n***as my kids, you on punishment
Got so much guap, can't fit in my pants, man
What is you sayin', man?
Don't get too close, 'cause they might get to sprayin', man
Step like a band, man
Slidin' in a double-R, this ain't no Honda
Shots out that double-R, sh*t sound like thunder
Had to put the b*t*h out, she tried to slip off the condom
Ho, you ain't slick, I'm smooth like butter
Ice on, I'm in chill mode
Don't be watchin' these chains, they in kill mode
Got them racks in my jeans, but I ain't playin' tennis like Serena
Try to rob, chopper kickin' like speakers
Shout like the preacher
She got ass, she gon' shake it, she know it
I just bought a brand new toy
This Backwood hittin' like Floyd
Got a grown man bankroll, yours lil' boy
I'll never hate on a n***a, for what?
If you gettin' money, then that's great
n***as fake, that sh*t gay
Tryna come around like they straight
Knowin' damn well it ain't straight
Lotta n***as be talkin', they really be cappers
I cannot beef with no rapper, they do too much typin'
I'm type to walk up and slap 'em
Smokin' on broccoli, sh*t taste like fruit
f**ked this b*t*h, she was foreign in LA, ask Al
Pull up on me, let's get active
My n***as 'bout action, no actin'
I'm just tryna ball, no waxin'
These choppers, just me by myself
Lotta n***as be talkin', they really be cappers
I cannot beef with no rapper, they do too much typin'
I'm type to walk up and slap 'em
Smokin' on broccoli, sh*t taste like fruit
f**ked this b*t*h, she was foreign in LA, ask Al
Pull up on me, let's get active
My n***as 'bout action, no actin'
I'm just tryna ball, no waxin'
Glock tucked, thirty stickin' out
I just walked out the bank with a large amount
Better not walk up on me on no funny sh*t
You lil' n***as my kids, you on punishment
Got so much guap, can't fit in my pants, man
What is you sayin', man?
Don't get too close, 'cause they might get to sprayin', man
Step like a band, man
Slidin' in a double-R, this ain't no Honda
Shots out that double-R, sh*t sound like thunder
Had to put the b*t*h out, she tried to slip off the condom
Ho, you ain't slick, I'm smooth like butter
Ice on, I'm in chill mode
Don't be watchin' these chains, they in kill mode
Got them racks in my jeans, but I ain't playin' tennis like Serena
Try to rob, chopper kickin' like speakers
Shout like the preacher
She got ass, she gon' shake it, she know it
I just bought a brand new toy
This Backwood hittin' like Floyd
Got a grown man bankroll, yours lil' boy
I'll never hate on a n***a, for what?
If you gettin' money, then that's great
n***as fake, that sh*t gay
Tryna come around like they straight
Knowin' damn well it ain't straight
