CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Bad b*tches plus a hundred bottles smash in the gas break the throttle yea
Stay wit the shooters and the shottas yea
Money bring the b*tches and the problems yea
Swerve through the A n*gga dollo
Even tho the maybach is a 4 door
You was raised by a rat Donatello
Still moving midgets on the L O
Spent a whole hundred k with my jeweler watch so sick man it came with a shooter
These n*ggas pus*y man they cats like pumas
Yea I’m in the streets give a damn about a rumor
Knots so big that it look like tumors
Fm my watch an I fn my shooters I run with nightmares I’m elming like Kruger I’m straight off the porch and you n*ggas late bloomers
I bought all my b*tches bottles it came wit a hookah
I just bought myself a Rollie it came with a shooter
Double park the double R hop out look like a jeweler
I bought all my f*cking shooters iced out franky mullers
I bought all my b*tches bottles it came wit a hookah
I just bought myself a Rollie it came with a shooter
Double park the double R hop out look like a jeweler
I bought all my f*cking shooters iced out franky mullers
Still goin hard in the hundred plays slave master whip turn your b*tch to a run away
Maybach lit pull up on you with the gunplay
Praying on my downfall yea right one day
Kilt ya b*tch friend flew em in on a one way
If she with the sh*t imma buy that hoe a Hyundai
Killing these n*ggas oh lord like Sunday
Still at the top like a n*gga name Monday all black rari n*gga same color wooda
Bust down franky and it came with a cooler
Fyj n*gga f*ck your jeweler 3 point shooter like a n*gga was a hooper
She can work her head man she should have been a tutor
Clip on the stick and it look like a ruler
Go hard for the bread i die bout that mula
f*ck what he said boy you know I been a shooter
Love all my n*ggas I told them let’s get it
I will not fall off till everybody has a ticket
You n*ggas ain’t sh*t and you b*tches is nothing
Not talking no money than f*ck your discussion make something from nothing I’m still in the trenches my n*gga I’m blanking
I bought all my b*tches bottles it came wit a hookah
I just bought myself a Rollie it came with a shooter
Double park the double R hop out look like a jeweler
I bought all my f*cking shooters iced out franky mullers
I bought all my b*tches bottles it came wit a hookah
I just bought myself a Rollie it came with a shooter
Double park the double R hop out look like a jeweler
I bought all my f*cking shooters iced out franky mullers
Letra : Frank Muller
Bad b*tches plus a hundred bottles smash in the gas break the throttle yea
Stay wit the shooters and the shottas yea
Money bring the b*tches and the problems yea
Swerve through the A n*gga dollo
Even tho the maybach is a 4 door
You was raised by a rat Donatello
Still moving midgets on the L O
Spent a whole hundred k with my jeweler watch so sick man it came with a shooter
These n*ggas pus*y man they cats like pumas
Yea I’m in the streets give a damn about a rumor
Knots so big that it look like tumors
Fm my watch an I fn my shooters I run with nightmares I’m elming like Kruger I’m straight off the porch and you n*ggas late bloomers
I bought all my b*tches bottles it came wit a hookah
I just bought myself a Rollie it came with a shooter
Double park the double R hop out look like a jeweler
I bought all my f*cking shooters iced out franky mullers
I bought all my b*tches bottles it came wit a hookah
I just bought myself a Rollie it came with a shooter
Double park the double R hop out look like a jeweler
I bought all my f*cking shooters iced out franky mullers
Still goin hard in the hundred plays slave master whip turn your b*tch to a run away
Maybach lit pull up on you with the gunplay
Praying on my downfall yea right one day
Kilt ya b*tch friend flew em in on a one way
If she with the sh*t imma buy that hoe a Hyundai
Killing these n*ggas oh lord like Sunday
Still at the top like a n*gga name Monday all black rari n*gga same color wooda
Bust down franky and it came with a cooler
Fyj n*gga f*ck your jeweler 3 point shooter like a n*gga was a hooper
She can work her head man she should have been a tutor
Clip on the stick and it look like a ruler
Go hard for the bread i die bout that mula
f*ck what he said boy you know I been a shooter
Love all my n*ggas I told them let’s get it
I will not fall off till everybody has a ticket
You n*ggas ain’t sh*t and you b*tches is nothing
Not talking no money than f*ck your discussion make something from nothing I’m still in the trenches my n*gga I’m blanking
I bought all my b*tches bottles it came wit a hookah
I just bought myself a Rollie it came with a shooter
Double park the double R hop out look like a jeweler
I bought all my f*cking shooters iced out franky mullers
I bought all my b*tches bottles it came wit a hookah
I just bought myself a Rollie it came with a shooter
Double park the double R hop out look like a jeweler
I bought all my f*cking shooters iced out franky mullers
