CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : HAHAHA
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
Yeah
I got a gun so big, I bet I could stop time if I shoot this b*t*h
An eight ball so motherf**kin'—
I got an eight ball, yeah, this sh*t straight drop
She gon’ drop dead and she – this b*t*h
n***a tried kill his b*t*h—, damn
n***a tried to domestic violence
Escalade with two [?], I'm finna shoot this b*t*h
Fourth down, two point conversion, I'ma poont this b*t*h
Damn, I mean punt this b*t*h
Freak b*t*h ain’t never had sex—, ah
Freak b*t*h ain't never had good d**k, I'm finna hump this b*t*h
Naw, I don't really wanna f**k, b*t*h, suck this d**k
Freak b*t*h—, damn
Freak b*t*h forgot to put on f**kin' deodorant and came out on some musty sh*t
b*t*h walk around with winkled feet on some crusty sh*t
Glaze you bad on some dusty sh*t
n***a pulled up in an old school, but it was really old school on some rusty sh*t
Switch my MAC around, it's a double clip
I done came through with the bundle clip
WWE, I'm on some rumble sh*t
If you don't like me, I’m on some "f**k you" sh*t
If I pull my gun out, I’ma bust you quick
Boomin' Westbrook, on my Russell sh*t
Damn, I had a whole motherf**kin’ street slapper
Baby on the track, got the beat slappin'
Ready for app—, damn, aight
Ready for applause, got my heat clappin'
Ready for the f**kin' studio, I keep rappin’
f**k the rap game, I keep trappin'
Trap house beat out, I keep slappin'
b*t*h suckin' d**k all night, got her knees ashy
Hahahaha, hahaha, hahahaha
(Go)
In the name of the Lord, we need all the M's (Go)
Can't stripe them blue hundreds, I put bod around
Hundred twenty thousand dollars, certified gem
All the ball hard head n***as Crimson Chin (Boom)
I done took a few L's, but I was born to win (Slatt)
Really what I rap, ask those who swore me in (Blttt)
We ain't really seen 'em, all you sure you swore you came
Must've ate for long, how's gang starvin'?
f**k my ho's [?] skip class (Come on)
Really should've been at ICU how I sip glass (Boom)
Bullets get to flyin', bet the biggest one run fast
I've been talkin' Maybach's and contracts (Go)
Was 17 usin' big Benz for Door Dash
Couldn't get a rack, now I'm thankful that's more cash
My brother smiled when he greet his child, he grew up fowl (Yeah)
Pray to God he stay up out the streets for a little while (Yes)
Gave mama forty K the other day, I need a new problem
My sister want a new car, my poppa want a new gun
I'm bustin' in my shorty every time I want a new son (Yes)
I'm grippin' this b*t*h hell again, now she need a new bun
I used to be the joke that people spoke, I think that we won
We pull up fifty deep that ain't the way, they like "What he on?"
A millionaire but my young n***as still get those P's gone
I never sip on drank around people when he gone
It's time, put that sh*t up
Yeah
I got a gun so big, I bet I could stop time if I shoot this b*t*h
An eight ball so motherf**kin'—
I got an eight ball, yeah, this sh*t straight drop
She gon’ drop dead and she – this b*t*h
n***a tried kill his b*t*h—, damn
n***a tried to domestic violence
Escalade with two [?], I'm finna shoot this b*t*h
Fourth down, two point conversion, I'ma poont this b*t*h
Damn, I mean punt this b*t*h
Freak b*t*h ain’t never had sex—, ah
Freak b*t*h ain't never had good d**k, I'm finna hump this b*t*h
Naw, I don't really wanna f**k, b*t*h, suck this d**k
Freak b*t*h—, damn
Freak b*t*h forgot to put on f**kin' deodorant and came out on some musty sh*t
b*t*h walk around with winkled feet on some crusty sh*t
Glaze you bad on some dusty sh*t
n***a pulled up in an old school, but it was really old school on some rusty sh*t
Switch my MAC around, it's a double clip
I done came through with the bundle clip
WWE, I'm on some rumble sh*t
If you don't like me, I’m on some "f**k you" sh*t
If I pull my gun out, I’ma bust you quick
Boomin' Westbrook, on my Russell sh*t
Damn, I had a whole motherf**kin’ street slapper
Baby on the track, got the beat slappin'
Ready for app—, damn, aight
Ready for applause, got my heat clappin'
Ready for the f**kin' studio, I keep rappin’
f**k the rap game, I keep trappin'
Trap house beat out, I keep slappin'
b*t*h suckin' d**k all night, got her knees ashy
Hahahaha, hahaha, hahahaha
(Go)
In the name of the Lord, we need all the M's (Go)
Can't stripe them blue hundreds, I put bod around
Hundred twenty thousand dollars, certified gem
All the ball hard head n***as Crimson Chin (Boom)
I done took a few L's, but I was born to win (Slatt)
Really what I rap, ask those who swore me in (Blttt)
We ain't really seen 'em, all you sure you swore you came
Must've ate for long, how's gang starvin'?
f**k my ho's [?] skip class (Come on)
Really should've been at ICU how I sip glass (Boom)
Bullets get to flyin', bet the biggest one run fast
I've been talkin' Maybach's and contracts (Go)
Was 17 usin' big Benz for Door Dash
Couldn't get a rack, now I'm thankful that's more cash
My brother smiled when he greet his child, he grew up fowl (Yeah)
Pray to God he stay up out the streets for a little while (Yes)
Gave mama forty K the other day, I need a new problem
My sister want a new car, my poppa want a new gun
I'm bustin' in my shorty every time I want a new son (Yes)
I'm grippin' this b*t*h hell again, now she need a new bun
I used to be the joke that people spoke, I think that we won
We pull up fifty deep that ain't the way, they like "What he on?"
A millionaire but my young n***as still get those P's gone
I never sip on drank around people when he gone
It's time, put that sh*t up
