CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : OMK (FAKE WEED)
Wooh
Wooh
Huh
A Beam Scale
Yuh
Ha-ha
Ugh
Ugh
Back up in this b*t*h, I’m countin’ blues, I’m not a crip
b*t*h, I’m from the crib, you gotta rep what set you with
n***as sellin’ fake weed, you know who you is
I’m on all these artist ass, I put that on my kid
n***as thought I had it easy, make your b*t*h come see me, ugh
n***a I can feel them music shades on like I’m Stevie
I knew I would be the man ever since a peewee
Send the club up and peel off for the green just like a kiwi
My family all I need, I’m changing speed ‘cause they need me
Weird ass n***a used to really wanna be me
Every time we hit the club, we walkin’ through thе back
City on my shoulders like I’m leadеr of the pack
I know that it’s not the answer turn you straight to thracks
Used to breakin’ whips, I break the glass like I’m Shaq
But you know I’m born again so I can’t go for that
All that immature sh*t, I can’t go for that
Back up in this b*t*h, I’m countin’ blues, I’m not a crip
b*t*h, I’m from the crib, you gotta rep what set you with
n***as sellin’ fake weed, you know who you is
I’m on all these artist ass, I put that on my kid
First time I took a 30, had me nervous, had me sick
Bronem say that he can’t slide, he can’t come outside without his blick
You know I still got the same line when I was servin’ zips
I know that the backdoor open, you know I can’t front you sh*t
My family all I need, I’m takin’ money, takin’ trips
I rock Off-White in the Urus, I’m in LA like a Leaker
We just came from Bali ridin’ back to back a foreign whip
Yeah, and b*t*h we from the crib, you gotta empty out the clip
I know that it’s not the answer, put you on a fit
I just woke up with a dancer, she be dancin’ turnin’ [trix]
We was sellin’ dummy P’s hit you with the mix
And I’m big [?] yeah, we can’t go for sh*t, yeah
Wooh
Huh
A Beam Scale
Yuh
Ha-ha
Ugh
Ugh
Back up in this b*t*h, I’m countin’ blues, I’m not a crip
b*t*h, I’m from the crib, you gotta rep what set you with
n***as sellin’ fake weed, you know who you is
I’m on all these artist ass, I put that on my kid
n***as thought I had it easy, make your b*t*h come see me, ugh
n***a I can feel them music shades on like I’m Stevie
I knew I would be the man ever since a peewee
Send the club up and peel off for the green just like a kiwi
My family all I need, I’m changing speed ‘cause they need me
Weird ass n***a used to really wanna be me
Every time we hit the club, we walkin’ through thе back
City on my shoulders like I’m leadеr of the pack
I know that it’s not the answer turn you straight to thracks
Used to breakin’ whips, I break the glass like I’m Shaq
But you know I’m born again so I can’t go for that
All that immature sh*t, I can’t go for that
Back up in this b*t*h, I’m countin’ blues, I’m not a crip
b*t*h, I’m from the crib, you gotta rep what set you with
n***as sellin’ fake weed, you know who you is
I’m on all these artist ass, I put that on my kid
First time I took a 30, had me nervous, had me sick
Bronem say that he can’t slide, he can’t come outside without his blick
You know I still got the same line when I was servin’ zips
I know that the backdoor open, you know I can’t front you sh*t
My family all I need, I’m takin’ money, takin’ trips
I rock Off-White in the Urus, I’m in LA like a Leaker
We just came from Bali ridin’ back to back a foreign whip
Yeah, and b*t*h we from the crib, you gotta empty out the clip
I know that it’s not the answer, put you on a fit
I just woke up with a dancer, she be dancin’ turnin’ [trix]
We was sellin’ dummy P’s hit you with the mix
And I’m big [?] yeah, we can’t go for sh*t, yeah
