CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Medic
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I say (Ayy, look)
Go
Cold charges, fightin' 'em back to back, yeah
We go to war, bring out them body bags, yeah
We ever catch 'em slippin', that’s his a**, yeah
He gotta die, won’t let it slide, won’t pa**, yeah
Turn up, I ride through the streets with a choppa
I come from the bottom, you don’t want no problems
Young n***a came up, I never did follow
I know that they watchin', I’m keepin' it solid
Sippin' on drank like an addict, yeah
Dope in the house like a medic (Uh)
Only еighteen and I’m havin', yeah
Look how I flooded my Patek, huh
Young n***a did it, lil' shawty bе wit' it
She f**k me so good and I gotta admit it
I’m straight out that gutta, I come from the trenches
My n***as be wit' it, it’s gon' be a killin'
I got me a check and I bought me a Benz
'Bout to cop me a 'Lamb and I don’t want a Bentley
Don’t got on no jewelry, they know who I am
They know I’m the sickest, they know how we kick it
Cover my finger with rings, yeah
Championship, n***a, see how I win it
Got 'em a 'Lamb and I know that it’s rented
But if it’s not, you ain’t spend a whole ticket
Go to the lot and cash out in a minute
Step on the pedal, it look like it sh*tted
Claim that he steppin', I catch 'em and split it
Ten thousand a body, you know that I spend it
F**kin' that b*t*h, ain’t never gon' save her
Young n***a rich, I’m an NBA native
FaceTime me, I ain’t got no data
Jailhouse sh*t, ain’t got no letter
Trap house b*t*h, nickname Griselda
Told that b*t*h “You ain’t met a trendsetter”
Long a** clip, let it hit, break the metal
Cuff no b*t*h, don’t trip, I sell her (Hol' up)
Cold charges, fightin' 'em back to back, yeah
We go to war, bring out them body bags, yeah
We ever catch 'em slippin', that’s his a**, yeah
He gotta die, won’t let it slide, won’t pa**, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I say (Ayy, look)
Go
Cold charges, fightin' 'em back to back, yeah
We go to war, bring out them body bags, yeah
We ever catch 'em slippin', that’s his a**, yeah
He gotta die, won’t let it slide, won’t pa**, yeah
Turn up, I ride through the streets with a choppa
I come from the bottom, you don’t want no problems
Young n***a came up, I never did follow
I know that they watchin', I’m keepin' it solid
Sippin' on drank like an addict, yeah
Dope in the house like a medic (Uh)
Only еighteen and I’m havin', yeah
Look how I flooded my Patek, huh
Young n***a did it, lil' shawty bе wit' it
She f**k me so good and I gotta admit it
I’m straight out that gutta, I come from the trenches
My n***as be wit' it, it’s gon' be a killin'
I got me a check and I bought me a Benz
'Bout to cop me a 'Lamb and I don’t want a Bentley
Don’t got on no jewelry, they know who I am
They know I’m the sickest, they know how we kick it
Cover my finger with rings, yeah
Championship, n***a, see how I win it
Got 'em a 'Lamb and I know that it’s rented
But if it’s not, you ain’t spend a whole ticket
Go to the lot and cash out in a minute
Step on the pedal, it look like it sh*tted
Claim that he steppin', I catch 'em and split it
Ten thousand a body, you know that I spend it
F**kin' that b*t*h, ain’t never gon' save her
Young n***a rich, I’m an NBA native
FaceTime me, I ain’t got no data
Jailhouse sh*t, ain’t got no letter
Trap house b*t*h, nickname Griselda
Told that b*t*h “You ain’t met a trendsetter”
Long a** clip, let it hit, break the metal
Cuff no b*t*h, don’t trip, I sell her (Hol' up)
Cold charges, fightin' 'em back to back, yeah
We go to war, bring out them body bags, yeah
We ever catch 'em slippin', that’s his a**, yeah
He gotta die, won’t let it slide, won’t pa**, yeah
