CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : EGODEATH
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Eugh
50 drum, glizzy c*cking watch your lungs split
40 racks all on me, now I'm looking sun-kissed
Wussup, said he want it so we smoke em up
Eliante on the bezel hanging off my wrist
Put my fist up in your b*t*h
Shawty said she love that sh*t
Now we smoking out the zip
We rolling green up like a witch
Keep a chopper with a d**k on em
I'm never gonna miss
Caught some bodies playing victim
Way I'm always in the mix
Broke my knuckle on your lip, what's up
40 bricks I'm bout to flip I lost my job don't give a sh*t, b*t*h
Yellow diamonds look like p*ss
I be chopping all these snakes up yeah you gon finna hear me hiss
40 thousand dollars in my bank
No need to count that sh*t
I fell in love with money so I'm always out here counting it
All these artists fake they hearing gunshots and they cowering
I pull up on your block and leave a pu**y rapper counterfeit
Lil b*t*h, where the money at?
I know you're out here housing it
I never play with killers you a pu**y and you're proud of it
Pillaging up your villa I go bump in the night
.45/5 with the potato to cut the sound of it
c*ck back and I bang, click-clack and I paint
Smoke gas by the day, trash mask on the face
Yoppa make em levitate, I ain't got a gang I've got a chopper like a heavyweight
No, we cannot talk too much, I never wanna conversate
Never switching lanes cuz all these rappers wanna follow me
Twenty in my pocket rocket shooting harmonies
f**kin on your b*t*h I want her soul but gave her heart to me
Put lead up in your arteries
I got shooters who gon get you on the low, yeh
I got ruler clips that hollow out your bones, yeh
Smoke so much that I can never find my phone
I might just buy another one I might just stay the f**k alone, yeh
X2
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Eugh
50 drum, glizzy c*cking watch your lungs split
40 racks all on me, now I'm looking sun-kissed
Wussup, said he want it so we smoke em up
Eliante on the bezel hanging off my wrist
Put my fist up in your b*t*h
Shawty said she love that sh*t
Now we smoking out the zip
We rolling green up like a witch
Keep a chopper with a d**k on em
I'm never gonna miss
Caught some bodies playing victim
Way I'm always in the mix
Broke my knuckle on your lip, what's up
40 bricks I'm bout to flip I lost my job don't give a sh*t, b*t*h
Yellow diamonds look like p*ss
I be chopping all these snakes up yeah you gon finna hear me hiss
40 thousand dollars in my bank
No need to count that sh*t
I fell in love with money so I'm always out here counting it
All these artists fake they hearing gunshots and they cowering
I pull up on your block and leave a pu**y rapper counterfeit
Lil b*t*h, where the money at?
I know you're out here housing it
I never play with killers you a pu**y and you're proud of it
Pillaging up your villa I go bump in the night
.45/5 with the potato to cut the sound of it
c*ck back and I bang, click-clack and I paint
Smoke gas by the day, trash mask on the face
Yoppa make em levitate, I ain't got a gang I've got a chopper like a heavyweight
No, we cannot talk too much, I never wanna conversate
Never switching lanes cuz all these rappers wanna follow me
Twenty in my pocket rocket shooting harmonies
f**kin on your b*t*h I want her soul but gave her heart to me
Put lead up in your arteries
I got shooters who gon get you on the low, yeh
I got ruler clips that hollow out your bones, yeh
Smoke so much that I can never find my phone
I might just buy another one I might just stay the f**k alone, yeh
X2
