CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : They Not Us
MJ
Gutta TV!
You gon' be big!
Hog Life!
They Not Us!
Yeah, yeah, look at these diamonds, heh!
I'm tryna get this lil b*t*h out her drawers
You know that I'm silent, I ain't got no flaws
I just be sneaking and ducking the law
She tiring me out, I be locking her jaw
We shoot sh*t, don't need no gym
Glock 19 with the ruler clip
N***** talk loud, they doing sh*t
F**k all that talk, let's just tool this bih
Where all the n***** that screaming? This pressure
I'm trying to put a f**k n**** on a stretcher
And I f**ked your b*t*h, and that ho, she a special
Move on a n****, watch the mob stay witcha
I be on go 'till the opps can't catch up
F**k on your b*t*h then I'm on to the next onе
Slide with them sticks, I'm applying the prеssure
Just say it's smoke, then we gonna come get ya (Aye!)
I don't go back and forth, man, that sh*t really lame
Just stay 'cross the bank and I'm stuffing the drank
He playing for keeps, why the f**k is you breaking?
Keep a 30 and the MAC-11 30 hit the [?]
We got the M's and n***** want beef
I pull out the 40, you hide and I seek
I make n***** bleed like a cut to the knee
I can blow you up like I'm GuttaTV
I get them pounds, I get 'em gone
Lord know a n**** living wrong
I was strapped up before I did a song
I just pray they let my n***** home
Run them laps on a f**k n****, catch up
Finna drop that [?], hoes get you wet up
What hood do you rep? Throw your set up
We gon' flex all year, n****, flex up
F**k all that talking, this sh*t in the street
I'm touching chicken, they don't want no beef
I know they mad they can't f**k with the team
I got that Glock and that b*t*h sing like Glee (Umm!)
Been popping my sh*t and them n***** been biting
My youngin' be slanging that rock like a firearm
When I'm dropping these hits on their head like Mike Tyson
My shooter went and f**ked up [?]
N****, I just pulled up in the kidnapping van
She won't know my name, I said it was Stan
I'm slinging that, umm, I'm selling it, yay
These n***** won't pop out 'cause they really scared
I got a big bag, that's why these n***** mad
Keep that hate sh*t over there, now go get off your a**
I go and get the cash, all my b*t*hes bad
Ride wit' em, die wit' em, they don't get no pa**
Ayy, Flag and his hitters get 'em whacked down
Big Draco on my left, tell 'em pipe down
Shoot a n**** hand off, tell him type now
You don't want no smoke, that's the right sound
Switch up the Glock, b*t*h I came with that pipe now
I need that baggie, y'all ask me to right now
Send that sh*t up, we gon' stop when it's light out
Know that sh*t stuck when that stuff is gone right now (Ayy!)
Drunk on a brown and that game put you under
B*t*h on a snake, how to [?] when you pluck her
Spin on your block with a hundred round cutter
Still in the hood pushing molly like Gutta
Uh! Not literally
Pop me a Perc, where the enemy?
Gutta TV!
You gon' be big!
Hog Life!
They Not Us!
Yeah, yeah, look at these diamonds, heh!
I'm tryna get this lil b*t*h out her drawers
You know that I'm silent, I ain't got no flaws
I just be sneaking and ducking the law
She tiring me out, I be locking her jaw
We shoot sh*t, don't need no gym
Glock 19 with the ruler clip
N***** talk loud, they doing sh*t
F**k all that talk, let's just tool this bih
Where all the n***** that screaming? This pressure
I'm trying to put a f**k n**** on a stretcher
And I f**ked your b*t*h, and that ho, she a special
Move on a n****, watch the mob stay witcha
I be on go 'till the opps can't catch up
F**k on your b*t*h then I'm on to the next onе
Slide with them sticks, I'm applying the prеssure
Just say it's smoke, then we gonna come get ya (Aye!)
I don't go back and forth, man, that sh*t really lame
Just stay 'cross the bank and I'm stuffing the drank
He playing for keeps, why the f**k is you breaking?
Keep a 30 and the MAC-11 30 hit the [?]
We got the M's and n***** want beef
I pull out the 40, you hide and I seek
I make n***** bleed like a cut to the knee
I can blow you up like I'm GuttaTV
I get them pounds, I get 'em gone
Lord know a n**** living wrong
I was strapped up before I did a song
I just pray they let my n***** home
Run them laps on a f**k n****, catch up
Finna drop that [?], hoes get you wet up
What hood do you rep? Throw your set up
We gon' flex all year, n****, flex up
F**k all that talking, this sh*t in the street
I'm touching chicken, they don't want no beef
I know they mad they can't f**k with the team
I got that Glock and that b*t*h sing like Glee (Umm!)
Been popping my sh*t and them n***** been biting
My youngin' be slanging that rock like a firearm
When I'm dropping these hits on their head like Mike Tyson
My shooter went and f**ked up [?]
N****, I just pulled up in the kidnapping van
She won't know my name, I said it was Stan
I'm slinging that, umm, I'm selling it, yay
These n***** won't pop out 'cause they really scared
I got a big bag, that's why these n***** mad
Keep that hate sh*t over there, now go get off your a**
I go and get the cash, all my b*t*hes bad
Ride wit' em, die wit' em, they don't get no pa**
Ayy, Flag and his hitters get 'em whacked down
Big Draco on my left, tell 'em pipe down
Shoot a n**** hand off, tell him type now
You don't want no smoke, that's the right sound
Switch up the Glock, b*t*h I came with that pipe now
I need that baggie, y'all ask me to right now
Send that sh*t up, we gon' stop when it's light out
Know that sh*t stuck when that stuff is gone right now (Ayy!)
Drunk on a brown and that game put you under
B*t*h on a snake, how to [?] when you pluck her
Spin on your block with a hundred round cutter
Still in the hood pushing molly like Gutta
Uh! Not literally
Pop me a Perc, where the enemy?
