CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Barefoot
N***as talkin' 'bout they steppin' man
Leave one of you b*t*h a** n***a barefoot
Yeah, n***a take your steppin' shoes n***a
Hang them b*t*hes on a f**kin' powerline n***a
Yeah, yeah
It's switches on them Glocks
We really keep them mops
These b*t*hes be the opps
They really sendin' drops
Now your dog kinda famous
We put that b*t*h on Fox
When they found his body yea
He was out his socks off
Barefoot, Draco hit a n***a in his sh*t, now he barefoot
Thought that pu**y n***a was a steppa, now he barefoot
40 hit 'em in his top, I don't know how his hair look
Yellow tape on pu**y n***a, left his a** barefoot
Choppa break his face, [?] bring out the yellow tape
I was taught to never save a n***a, them 7.62's save the day
Got 'bout fifty racks stuff in the safe
As long we got them sticks, they never say [?]
Pray my n***as to beat them cases
I'm totin' this Glock, it ain't got no safety
Lost my mind ever since I signed that deal
It just be nothin' but hating
Pu**y n***as, always on my d**k, I guess they mad I made it
F**k that side, n***a catch you playin' both sides you gettin' decapitated
Sh*t so real n***a, catch you with yo baby, we'll probly' stretch yo baby
With my gangsta, n***a ain't doin' no fightin', like f**k your confrontation
Get the drop, lay on a n***a spot, till we get the confirmation
We opp shoppin', put a four three in the bag, that's a compilation
40 Glock, switcher 'round the K the perfect combination
It's switches on them Glocks
We really keep them mops
These b*t*hes be the opps
They really sendin' drops
Now your dog kinda famous
We put that b*t*h on Fox
When they found his body yea
He was out his socks off
Barefoot, Draco hit a n***a in his sh*t, now he barefoot
Thought that pu**y n***a was a steppa, now he barefoot
40 hit 'em in his top, I don't know how his hair look
Yellow tape on pu**y n***a, left his a** barefoot
on percolate
I might wake out in his team
Catch a n***a at the cornerstore
If I miss, I'm comin' back again
I just pick my rental up, gas it up and I'm hoppin' in
They know I'on give a f**k
I'll turn us in back up again
Choppa with a switch, he need some help, he better call a friend
Man down in the hood, he wanna limp, he better call it in
These n***as know it ain't safe to post outside, they better take it in
He was talkin' sh*t, they hit his face, now he can barely grin
(Fah, fah)
If he ain't 30 deep up in the city, he ain't poppin' out
Choppa take his legs, I gotta bag if he walk it out
I be in 'em trenches with them G's, I brought them Kommas out
He was talkin' gangsta, put that iron, he by his mama house
It's switches on them Glocks
We really keep them mops
These b*t*hes be the opps
They really sendin' drops
Now your dog kinda famous
We put that b*t*h on Fox
When they found his body yea
He was out his socks off
Barefoot, Draco hit a n***a in his sh*t, now he barefoot
Thought that pu**y n***a was a steppa, now he barefoot
40 hit 'em in his top, I don't know how his hair look
Yellow tape on pu**y n***a, left his a** barefoot
Yea man I'm talkin' 'bout all facts n***a
We gon' leave one of you b*t*h a** n***a barefoot
Naked, dead and so what you know, can't breathe man
Know what I'm sayin'?
Take all the f**kin' life out your bada** n***a, spit in your casket
Leave one of you b*t*h a** n***a barefoot
Yeah, n***a take your steppin' shoes n***a
Hang them b*t*hes on a f**kin' powerline n***a
Yeah, yeah
It's switches on them Glocks
We really keep them mops
These b*t*hes be the opps
They really sendin' drops
Now your dog kinda famous
We put that b*t*h on Fox
When they found his body yea
He was out his socks off
Barefoot, Draco hit a n***a in his sh*t, now he barefoot
Thought that pu**y n***a was a steppa, now he barefoot
40 hit 'em in his top, I don't know how his hair look
Yellow tape on pu**y n***a, left his a** barefoot
Choppa break his face, [?] bring out the yellow tape
I was taught to never save a n***a, them 7.62's save the day
Got 'bout fifty racks stuff in the safe
As long we got them sticks, they never say [?]
Pray my n***as to beat them cases
I'm totin' this Glock, it ain't got no safety
Lost my mind ever since I signed that deal
It just be nothin' but hating
Pu**y n***as, always on my d**k, I guess they mad I made it
F**k that side, n***a catch you playin' both sides you gettin' decapitated
Sh*t so real n***a, catch you with yo baby, we'll probly' stretch yo baby
With my gangsta, n***a ain't doin' no fightin', like f**k your confrontation
Get the drop, lay on a n***a spot, till we get the confirmation
We opp shoppin', put a four three in the bag, that's a compilation
40 Glock, switcher 'round the K the perfect combination
It's switches on them Glocks
We really keep them mops
These b*t*hes be the opps
They really sendin' drops
Now your dog kinda famous
We put that b*t*h on Fox
When they found his body yea
He was out his socks off
Barefoot, Draco hit a n***a in his sh*t, now he barefoot
Thought that pu**y n***a was a steppa, now he barefoot
40 hit 'em in his top, I don't know how his hair look
Yellow tape on pu**y n***a, left his a** barefoot
on percolate
I might wake out in his team
Catch a n***a at the cornerstore
If I miss, I'm comin' back again
I just pick my rental up, gas it up and I'm hoppin' in
They know I'on give a f**k
I'll turn us in back up again
Choppa with a switch, he need some help, he better call a friend
Man down in the hood, he wanna limp, he better call it in
These n***as know it ain't safe to post outside, they better take it in
He was talkin' sh*t, they hit his face, now he can barely grin
(Fah, fah)
If he ain't 30 deep up in the city, he ain't poppin' out
Choppa take his legs, I gotta bag if he walk it out
I be in 'em trenches with them G's, I brought them Kommas out
He was talkin' gangsta, put that iron, he by his mama house
It's switches on them Glocks
We really keep them mops
These b*t*hes be the opps
They really sendin' drops
Now your dog kinda famous
We put that b*t*h on Fox
When they found his body yea
He was out his socks off
Barefoot, Draco hit a n***a in his sh*t, now he barefoot
Thought that pu**y n***a was a steppa, now he barefoot
40 hit 'em in his top, I don't know how his hair look
Yellow tape on pu**y n***a, left his a** barefoot
Yea man I'm talkin' 'bout all facts n***a
We gon' leave one of you b*t*h a** n***a barefoot
Naked, dead and so what you know, can't breathe man
Know what I'm sayin'?
Take all the f**kin' life out your bada** n***a, spit in your casket
