CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Game Boy
(Say Wop?)
(Jah)
Oh, there go them game boys, duckin' from them cop cars
You gon' go with the movin' when you thinkin' thatcha' not, boy
We gon' hit yo' block up with them sticks, we gon' leave ya mopped up
We pull up and they ain’t on sh*t, we jump out tryna stop sum
One in the head, stop sum
I say you shoot, you better knock sum
In here with the murder babies, beggin' me to drop sum
I’ma stop the SRT, bangin', you don't stop dumpin'
I’ma shoot the sh*t right from the street
Hurry up, the cops comin’
My lawyer on my a** bad, tellin' me "Put a million on it”
Them feds ain’t tryna give no pa**, this bigger than just a city on it
At my granny house with them killers 'round me
They don’t wanna strap but them hittas on me
Tryna put a bag on any b*t*h, I don’t give a f**k, get rid of homie
Gutta b*t*h, let her drive the Bentley
Youngin' trillin', facin' five convictions
Turn the music up while talkin' in the car, high dimension
Confiscation, say how many
Them pu**y boys who building tension
And I’m knowin' that ain’t being specific, I’m referring to all them stupid b*t*hes
Oh, there go them game boys, duckin' from them cop cars
You gon' go with the movin' when you thinkin' thatcha' not, boy
We gon' hit yo' block up with them sticks, we gon' leave ya mopped up
We pull up and they ain’t on sh*t, we jump out tryna stop sum
One in the head, stop sum
I say you shoot, you better knock sum
In here with the murder babies, beggin' me to drop sum
I’ma stop the SRT, bangin', you don't stop dumpin'
I’ma shoot the sh*t right from the street
Hurry up, the cops comin’
(Ken gon' hit this hoe fasho)
(Jah)
Oh, there go them game boys, duckin' from them cop cars
You gon' go with the movin' when you thinkin' thatcha' not, boy
We gon' hit yo' block up with them sticks, we gon' leave ya mopped up
We pull up and they ain’t on sh*t, we jump out tryna stop sum
One in the head, stop sum
I say you shoot, you better knock sum
In here with the murder babies, beggin' me to drop sum
I’ma stop the SRT, bangin', you don't stop dumpin'
I’ma shoot the sh*t right from the street
Hurry up, the cops comin’
My lawyer on my a** bad, tellin' me "Put a million on it”
Them feds ain’t tryna give no pa**, this bigger than just a city on it
At my granny house with them killers 'round me
They don’t wanna strap but them hittas on me
Tryna put a bag on any b*t*h, I don’t give a f**k, get rid of homie
Gutta b*t*h, let her drive the Bentley
Youngin' trillin', facin' five convictions
Turn the music up while talkin' in the car, high dimension
Confiscation, say how many
Them pu**y boys who building tension
And I’m knowin' that ain’t being specific, I’m referring to all them stupid b*t*hes
Oh, there go them game boys, duckin' from them cop cars
You gon' go with the movin' when you thinkin' thatcha' not, boy
We gon' hit yo' block up with them sticks, we gon' leave ya mopped up
We pull up and they ain’t on sh*t, we jump out tryna stop sum
One in the head, stop sum
I say you shoot, you better knock sum
In here with the murder babies, beggin' me to drop sum
I’ma stop the SRT, bangin', you don't stop dumpin'
I’ma shoot the sh*t right from the street
Hurry up, the cops comin’
(Ken gon' hit this hoe fasho)
