CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : McLaren
DP on the beat
Yeah, freestyle off the top with a pen full
Yeah we run every time we hit ten fold (Yeah)
Real n***a yeah I gotta stay on ten toes (Bah)
I'm a shark what you think that this fin for (Fin)
Neck hit off a lick now my wrist froze (Brr)
Black b*t*hes I don't even like mixed hoes (Mmm-mmm)
Skinny jeans yeah and this Glock really fittin hoe (On God)
I only take pictures with bad hoes (Yeah)
Cuz n***as they be opps on the f**kin' low (Who dat?)
F**k her fast yeah, nah I can never hit it slow (Mmm)
Make her moan now I'm fixed like she hit her toe (Ooh ooh)
Rollie on my wrist I ain't got TikTok (Brah)
Cold block he be jumpin' like Chris Rock
Heard a noise and I had to grab the G-lock (Who dat?)
I ain't go to bed til I hear the dog stop
Ayy, got a 40 Glock on me, no safety (Forty)
Catch me slidin' on the opps yeah they hate me (Slide)
Goin' to war with the ones that raised me (F**k 'em)
Pull up, shoot 'em all damn daily (Grr, bow)
out the cage, that's KD (Bro)
I don't f**k with no n***a that's opps (uh-uh)
I wipe a n***a nose like snot (What?)
Headshot now he dead in a box
Draco, paint him red like a fox (Draco)
Had to count he got hit in the top (Yeah)
Uzi got the the uzi make him Diddy Bop (Brr)
Once he fall to the floor with no top
I don't want the top give me some room
McLaren too fast, go zoom
McLaren too fast, go zoom
McLaren gettin' followed by Benz truck
Bro hit his shot at the opps and we six up
Shot him in his face and he had to pick his lip up
ZEV Tech on the Glock, big body kitted up
How you leave your bro on the ground, pick him up
My b*t*h a** fat that's a nip tuck (facts)
B*t*h suck on this d**k 'til you hiccup
I don't f**k regular b*t*hes got rich sl*ts
I be Louis from the toe 'til the drip up (Lil Uzi)
Me and Wet f**kin' hoes in the Benz truck (Yeah)
Catch a opp on a muthaf**kin' pick up
Shoot him in the Uber man he shoulda had a lift truck
Tight shirt and it always lift up
Got a full damn block and it flip up
Every n***a dead ever try to diss us
Wockhardt body, baby I ain't got the triss touch
You got no bodies, shut up, you can't hang with us
I do not f**k with yo' gang, I can't bang with you
Knife on my muf**kin' choppa, I shank you up
Bro on the block with the rock and the angel dust (Huh?)
B*t*h suck my d**k and you know I'ma paint it up (Let's go)
Kick her out, yeah, you know I cannot save a sl*t (Bye)
I got the swag in this b*t*h
Got this money, Botega my bag in this b*t*h (Hello?)
Yeah, I'm feelin' richer than ever, this Richard my wrist this sh*t lookin' wetter
Emeralds my neck, no, I'm not a bagetter
Go to the club and I'm changin' the weather (Yeah)
I'm makin' it storm, I pull off in foreign
F**kin' yo' b*t*h, look like we make a p*** (Uh huh, yeah)
I'm makin' plays on the phone (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
B*t*h, I'ma dog, send you down to the bone, yeah (Lil Uzi)
Yeah, freestyle off the top with a pen full
Yeah we run every time we hit ten fold (Yeah)
Real n***a yeah I gotta stay on ten toes (Bah)
I'm a shark what you think that this fin for (Fin)
Neck hit off a lick now my wrist froze (Brr)
Black b*t*hes I don't even like mixed hoes (Mmm-mmm)
Skinny jeans yeah and this Glock really fittin hoe (On God)
I only take pictures with bad hoes (Yeah)
Cuz n***as they be opps on the f**kin' low (Who dat?)
F**k her fast yeah, nah I can never hit it slow (Mmm)
Make her moan now I'm fixed like she hit her toe (Ooh ooh)
Rollie on my wrist I ain't got TikTok (Brah)
Cold block he be jumpin' like Chris Rock
Heard a noise and I had to grab the G-lock (Who dat?)
I ain't go to bed til I hear the dog stop
Ayy, got a 40 Glock on me, no safety (Forty)
Catch me slidin' on the opps yeah they hate me (Slide)
Goin' to war with the ones that raised me (F**k 'em)
Pull up, shoot 'em all damn daily (Grr, bow)
out the cage, that's KD (Bro)
I don't f**k with no n***a that's opps (uh-uh)
I wipe a n***a nose like snot (What?)
Headshot now he dead in a box
Draco, paint him red like a fox (Draco)
Had to count he got hit in the top (Yeah)
Uzi got the the uzi make him Diddy Bop (Brr)
Once he fall to the floor with no top
I don't want the top give me some room
McLaren too fast, go zoom
McLaren too fast, go zoom
McLaren gettin' followed by Benz truck
Bro hit his shot at the opps and we six up
Shot him in his face and he had to pick his lip up
ZEV Tech on the Glock, big body kitted up
How you leave your bro on the ground, pick him up
My b*t*h a** fat that's a nip tuck (facts)
B*t*h suck on this d**k 'til you hiccup
I don't f**k regular b*t*hes got rich sl*ts
I be Louis from the toe 'til the drip up (Lil Uzi)
Me and Wet f**kin' hoes in the Benz truck (Yeah)
Catch a opp on a muthaf**kin' pick up
Shoot him in the Uber man he shoulda had a lift truck
Tight shirt and it always lift up
Got a full damn block and it flip up
Every n***a dead ever try to diss us
Wockhardt body, baby I ain't got the triss touch
You got no bodies, shut up, you can't hang with us
I do not f**k with yo' gang, I can't bang with you
Knife on my muf**kin' choppa, I shank you up
Bro on the block with the rock and the angel dust (Huh?)
B*t*h suck my d**k and you know I'ma paint it up (Let's go)
Kick her out, yeah, you know I cannot save a sl*t (Bye)
I got the swag in this b*t*h
Got this money, Botega my bag in this b*t*h (Hello?)
Yeah, I'm feelin' richer than ever, this Richard my wrist this sh*t lookin' wetter
Emeralds my neck, no, I'm not a bagetter
Go to the club and I'm changin' the weather (Yeah)
I'm makin' it storm, I pull off in foreign
F**kin' yo' b*t*h, look like we make a p*** (Uh huh, yeah)
I'm makin' plays on the phone (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
B*t*h, I'ma dog, send you down to the bone, yeah (Lil Uzi)
