CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Setup Gang
Aye, what's under your seat?
Check the seats
Aye, aye, tell Summrs you f*cking sorry nigga
Them racks on your head, stop it (Haha)
Press gang, stop it, oh (Brr)
I bet you wish you went to college
The setup complete, finally
Couldn't even speak, crying
Off this perc, I'm flying
You the one put all that smoke in the air
Setup gang, no it ain't fair
Play with ya life while I play with my hair
I call the shots man I feel like the mafia
5-star restaurants eating Tilapia
We go too crazy man that's why they copy us
Too up man ain't no stopping us
Juug that hoe up in a Dior sweater
Really love to count up the cheddar
Lil rino man I'm a trend setter
Cut that lil bitch off for the better
Bring out the moncler, how is the weather?
These niggas know I'm a toetagger
Walk up in Neimans need more swagger
Swear to god that I'm rich forever
Checkmate, I'm too clever
Lil rino crazy I'm hotter than peppers
Run down gang, came with the steppers
Handle that boy, and go out to eat
Put a rack on your head and I fall asleep
Pressing you, what's under the seat?
And that's what you get for trying me
I told you that f*ck shit wasn't gon' slide
You lucky I told them to keep you alive
'cause I'm on that f*ck shit with my slime
Slayworld soldiers, we worldwide
Bitch I'm higher than a turbine
(?) Number Nine
Put some shoes on ya' fit, combine
You invite me to Saks, I decline
I don't wear no f*cking Calvin Klein
Yeah, yeah sippin' that pint
You got me upset, damn near lost my mind
You got me upset, damn near lost your life
Sippin' that Hi Tec, with that f*ckin' Sprite
My chain and my wrist look like a light
Call up Lamont, like handle that light
Aye, it's off with that little boy head ya heard me I set him up
Took care of everything
Check the seats
Aye, aye, tell Summrs you f*cking sorry nigga
Them racks on your head, stop it (Haha)
Press gang, stop it, oh (Brr)
I bet you wish you went to college
The setup complete, finally
Couldn't even speak, crying
Off this perc, I'm flying
You the one put all that smoke in the air
Setup gang, no it ain't fair
Play with ya life while I play with my hair
I call the shots man I feel like the mafia
5-star restaurants eating Tilapia
We go too crazy man that's why they copy us
Too up man ain't no stopping us
Juug that hoe up in a Dior sweater
Really love to count up the cheddar
Lil rino man I'm a trend setter
Cut that lil bitch off for the better
Bring out the moncler, how is the weather?
These niggas know I'm a toetagger
Walk up in Neimans need more swagger
Swear to god that I'm rich forever
Checkmate, I'm too clever
Lil rino crazy I'm hotter than peppers
Run down gang, came with the steppers
Handle that boy, and go out to eat
Put a rack on your head and I fall asleep
Pressing you, what's under the seat?
And that's what you get for trying me
I told you that f*ck shit wasn't gon' slide
You lucky I told them to keep you alive
'cause I'm on that f*ck shit with my slime
Slayworld soldiers, we worldwide
Bitch I'm higher than a turbine
(?) Number Nine
Put some shoes on ya' fit, combine
You invite me to Saks, I decline
I don't wear no f*cking Calvin Klein
Yeah, yeah sippin' that pint
You got me upset, damn near lost my mind
You got me upset, damn near lost your life
Sippin' that Hi Tec, with that f*ckin' Sprite
My chain and my wrist look like a light
Call up Lamont, like handle that light
Aye, it's off with that little boy head ya heard me I set him up
Took care of everything
