CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Galaga
Shoutout to Obidiah that n***a come with the fire
Wait, pull up with flat tire
My n***as is gettin higher
Oh, now it's Jeremiah
Now I'm back with the crew
Ooh, what it do
What it do
What it do
All my n***as got the flu
And I got the f**king clue
They really tried to rebrand and dude I keep it true
I'm on my way to my dues
You get confused
It ain't hard to choose
Tune it to the news
I'm seein' blues
I'm runnin' wit the [?]
Jimmy Butler the Sixers
I'm heatin' up
Need me a f**kin' elixir
I tried to miss her but
I hit the swisher
Everything that I pitch yeah I'm witcha
I'm comin' through with a mix of cannabis on my lip
I'm medicated from thе tips
I insist
Meditation on the hips
I think I got the clips
Oh, I got thе whips
at the heart of this
They took my shopping list
In the abyss it ain't hard to miss
The runners with the chips
Either way I'm [?] this
Somehow I'm gettin' crossed in this
I'm tryna author this
Uh, in my shell it served me well
Water sing like Adele
All our lines parallel
So go and wish me well
([?], my n***a)
with the clips and the quips
Neighborhood watch they [?]
Don't say a word, don't f**k with the simps
Pressin' the button that equal the score
Call my ass Bender got liquor and whores
Planet Express, don't f**k with the postage'
Yeah, pu**y ass n***as can't post a delivery boy
Put bars at the door
Fryin' you hoes
Shootin' the gat like I'm Johnny
so you n***as can't find me
Pap pap pap pap
b*t*hes walkin' 'round like [?]
Peasant sh*t
b*t*h
Soft serving up
This place is sh*t
Click click click
Finger movin' quick
Ask your b*t*h
She hopped up on the joystick
This ain't no f**kin' toy sh*t
High score shootin' 'til the boy miss
Call me a droid, sh*t
Let me concentrate
Send my mind back into a constant state
Pondering
All of my mistakes
If these shots dissipate
Back to [?}
And castaway like I'm Tom Hanks
Undercover like I'm Cody Banks
Fergie b*t*h cause I'm shoppin' ranks
Flankin' b*t*h yeah I'm cooking steaks
Whippin' it up it's a miracle
Don't understand
It's satirical
You serious?
Why so cynical?
dark, I'm a criminal
We brush of all our problems with bein' so frustrated
They watchin' all our actions and the moves that we makin'
We eatin' at your table didn't need an invitation
We pop out where we want and never have no hesitation
I swear we like the mafia
Yeah we not here to play
If you don't want any trouble better stay out of our way
I come and wrap my verse and then my n***as know I'm gone
I told her when we f**kin' that my Timbs are stayin' on
If I'm on the track then you know I'm out of pocket
Mantis with the feature takin' off like a rocket
I pulled with two pistols like a god damn movie
I Galaga on your b*t*h I think I got another groupie
Wait, pull up with flat tire
My n***as is gettin higher
Oh, now it's Jeremiah
Now I'm back with the crew
Ooh, what it do
What it do
What it do
All my n***as got the flu
And I got the f**king clue
They really tried to rebrand and dude I keep it true
I'm on my way to my dues
You get confused
It ain't hard to choose
Tune it to the news
I'm seein' blues
I'm runnin' wit the [?]
Jimmy Butler the Sixers
I'm heatin' up
Need me a f**kin' elixir
I tried to miss her but
I hit the swisher
Everything that I pitch yeah I'm witcha
I'm comin' through with a mix of cannabis on my lip
I'm medicated from thе tips
I insist
Meditation on the hips
I think I got the clips
Oh, I got thе whips
at the heart of this
They took my shopping list
In the abyss it ain't hard to miss
The runners with the chips
Either way I'm [?] this
Somehow I'm gettin' crossed in this
I'm tryna author this
Uh, in my shell it served me well
Water sing like Adele
All our lines parallel
So go and wish me well
([?], my n***a)
with the clips and the quips
Neighborhood watch they [?]
Don't say a word, don't f**k with the simps
Pressin' the button that equal the score
Call my ass Bender got liquor and whores
Planet Express, don't f**k with the postage'
Yeah, pu**y ass n***as can't post a delivery boy
Put bars at the door
Fryin' you hoes
Shootin' the gat like I'm Johnny
so you n***as can't find me
Pap pap pap pap
b*t*hes walkin' 'round like [?]
Peasant sh*t
b*t*h
Soft serving up
This place is sh*t
Click click click
Finger movin' quick
Ask your b*t*h
She hopped up on the joystick
This ain't no f**kin' toy sh*t
High score shootin' 'til the boy miss
Call me a droid, sh*t
Let me concentrate
Send my mind back into a constant state
Pondering
All of my mistakes
If these shots dissipate
Back to [?}
And castaway like I'm Tom Hanks
Undercover like I'm Cody Banks
Fergie b*t*h cause I'm shoppin' ranks
Flankin' b*t*h yeah I'm cooking steaks
Whippin' it up it's a miracle
Don't understand
It's satirical
You serious?
Why so cynical?
dark, I'm a criminal
We brush of all our problems with bein' so frustrated
They watchin' all our actions and the moves that we makin'
We eatin' at your table didn't need an invitation
We pop out where we want and never have no hesitation
I swear we like the mafia
Yeah we not here to play
If you don't want any trouble better stay out of our way
I come and wrap my verse and then my n***as know I'm gone
I told her when we f**kin' that my Timbs are stayin' on
If I'm on the track then you know I'm out of pocket
Mantis with the feature takin' off like a rocket
I pulled with two pistols like a god damn movie
I Galaga on your b*t*h I think I got another groupie
