CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Stop Frontin
Woah, hahaha
Aw man, they know who it is
Shout out to the nation, hahaha
This ain't for the faint of heart, haha
No softies allowed, why?
Look
TheHitBrainiac
Bang bang, pullin' up with the gang, bet you n***as gon' run on me (Skrt)
Homi homi, f**k around, catch a body, you can put another one on me (D-r-r-ah)
pu**y n***as tried to set me up, thought they 'bout to go dumb on me (You thought)
They tried and they tried, but none of these b*t*hes can front on me (Facts)
Bang bang, pullin' up with the gang, bet you n***as gon' run on me (Skrt)
Homi homi, f**k around, catch a body, you can put another one on me (D-r-r-ah)
pu**y n***as tried to set me up, thought they 'bout to go dumb on me (You thought)
Yeah they tried and they tried, but none of these b*t*hes can front on me (Look)
But n***as done tried to kill me like 38 times, it's litty, like I'm gonna die, they silly
I ride with n***ies that put so much blood in your city, it look like we side with the billies
A slice with Diddy, but that n***a kinda busy, so I had to slide with Shizzy
And Fivio Foreign said “If they start warrin’, then spin on ‘em n***as,” now I’m kinda dizzy
I’m the prince but I’m scarred like Zuko, big bulldog it bark like Cujo
Ain’t a gang, I ain’t tryna bang, but I’ve seen more hand signs than Naruto
When I throw hands ain’t no motherf**kin’ jutsu, two deuce deuce for these n***as that’s coo-coo
Who choose to talk ‘bout all of Scru’s moves, two cans will show you sweeter than fruit loops, bang
Some n***as got tricks up they sleeves for n***as that diss on the sneak
Blicker could squeeze and you could be Christopher Wallace or you could be Christopher Reeve
sh*t isn't sweet, and I ain't a gangsta at all, I'm just a man with some balls but I’ll keep it tall
You mention my people, my n***a, and I’ll go inside of your jaw, damn
Killmonger, but I’m so panther fisted, you rats and you kittens think you animalistic
Until a lion roar and now you a cricket, now we cookin’, keep your ass out the kitchen
A jabber jaw, now his ass is a victim, stab katanas in his back in a minute
Or black Hondas with some savages in it pullin’ up like what’s happenin’, n***a
Aw man, they know who it is
Shout out to the nation, hahaha
This ain't for the faint of heart, haha
No softies allowed, why?
Look
TheHitBrainiac
Bang bang, pullin' up with the gang, bet you n***as gon' run on me (Skrt)
Homi homi, f**k around, catch a body, you can put another one on me (D-r-r-ah)
pu**y n***as tried to set me up, thought they 'bout to go dumb on me (You thought)
They tried and they tried, but none of these b*t*hes can front on me (Facts)
Bang bang, pullin' up with the gang, bet you n***as gon' run on me (Skrt)
Homi homi, f**k around, catch a body, you can put another one on me (D-r-r-ah)
pu**y n***as tried to set me up, thought they 'bout to go dumb on me (You thought)
Yeah they tried and they tried, but none of these b*t*hes can front on me (Look)
But n***as done tried to kill me like 38 times, it's litty, like I'm gonna die, they silly
I ride with n***ies that put so much blood in your city, it look like we side with the billies
A slice with Diddy, but that n***a kinda busy, so I had to slide with Shizzy
And Fivio Foreign said “If they start warrin’, then spin on ‘em n***as,” now I’m kinda dizzy
I’m the prince but I’m scarred like Zuko, big bulldog it bark like Cujo
Ain’t a gang, I ain’t tryna bang, but I’ve seen more hand signs than Naruto
When I throw hands ain’t no motherf**kin’ jutsu, two deuce deuce for these n***as that’s coo-coo
Who choose to talk ‘bout all of Scru’s moves, two cans will show you sweeter than fruit loops, bang
Some n***as got tricks up they sleeves for n***as that diss on the sneak
Blicker could squeeze and you could be Christopher Wallace or you could be Christopher Reeve
sh*t isn't sweet, and I ain't a gangsta at all, I'm just a man with some balls but I’ll keep it tall
You mention my people, my n***a, and I’ll go inside of your jaw, damn
Killmonger, but I’m so panther fisted, you rats and you kittens think you animalistic
Until a lion roar and now you a cricket, now we cookin’, keep your ass out the kitchen
A jabber jaw, now his ass is a victim, stab katanas in his back in a minute
Or black Hondas with some savages in it pullin’ up like what’s happenin’, n***a
