CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Alot Of Dat
FBG sh*t, FBG b*t*h!
b*t*h, YEA!
Duck back on this bully
Got a Glock on me right now, but damn i forgot to get the hoodie
So you might get a past sight, b*t*h y'ain't playing wit no rookies
Don't get yourself f**ked over, thinkin' me and mine so pu**y
Talkin' bout I need more
Might f**k 20 thousand off in gucci everytime I get bored
I be f**kin' on a lot of b*t*hes, I don't know which one yours
n***a I only clean money, that's my only chore. (ha,ha!)
(MUHNEY!), we get a lot of that sh*t
Drip, I rock diors for the kicks
Shooters, (Baow) you better duck or get hit (BALL!)
Ball, we bout to ball a n***a's b*t*h (skr! yea, yea!)
I had to spin on that bih (UGH!)
Mike Tyson, yea my diamonds hit (Fiest!)
Get your ass hit wit the blick, HAH! (Dollarz!)
Oreos got a n***a lit
I be f**kin' off a bag
Got me f**kin' on yo b*t*h
And every n***a wit me blicked up
Cuz every n***a wit me lit
Got a party pack of pills, finna give it to these hoes
Put a couple bands on a couple bodies, n***a shorty wipe his nose
Got a jean jacket on, had the pipe inside
If I see a opp, he dead, I can't let him slide
If I pop another pill, that be suicide
If he leave, or if he die, i'll let my mood decide (yea!)
b*t*h, YEA!
Duck back on this bully
Got a Glock on me right now, but damn i forgot to get the hoodie
So you might get a past sight, b*t*h y'ain't playing wit no rookies
Don't get yourself f**ked over, thinkin' me and mine so pu**y
Talkin' bout I need more
Might f**k 20 thousand off in gucci everytime I get bored
I be f**kin' on a lot of b*t*hes, I don't know which one yours
n***a I only clean money, that's my only chore. (ha,ha!)
(MUHNEY!), we get a lot of that sh*t
Drip, I rock diors for the kicks
Shooters, (Baow) you better duck or get hit (BALL!)
Ball, we bout to ball a n***a's b*t*h (skr! yea, yea!)
I had to spin on that bih (UGH!)
Mike Tyson, yea my diamonds hit (Fiest!)
Get your ass hit wit the blick, HAH! (Dollarz!)
Oreos got a n***a lit
I be f**kin' off a bag
Got me f**kin' on yo b*t*h
And every n***a wit me blicked up
Cuz every n***a wit me lit
Got a party pack of pills, finna give it to these hoes
Put a couple bands on a couple bodies, n***a shorty wipe his nose
Got a jean jacket on, had the pipe inside
If I see a opp, he dead, I can't let him slide
If I pop another pill, that be suicide
If he leave, or if he die, i'll let my mood decide (yea!)
