CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Pop*
Why is everything chrome?
Ayy, ayy, b*t*h
I came from that A, n***a, that was my session
And I'ma spin down with that Glock Smith & Wesson
N***a play dummy then I send him to Heaven
My n***as gon' creep like we double-o seven
I been doing drill since I was like eleven
My n***as gon' box you a** up like a present
Me and Young Marlo are trapping in the field
Doing drills for the n***as who thought they was up
Glocks in our tummies, you know that is tucked
If a n***a play crazy, we send his a** up
Choppas gon' bang, spin 'round his block, let it rain
Never be tucking my chain, I came out the rain
And now I got change, I never gon' change on my blood, on my gang
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I keep the tool, so you know I ain't streesing
Pockets they [?]
I'm thanking God, He keep giving me blessing
Smoking on opp pack, we sent them to Heaven
My n***as trapping, might serve up to reverence
Ain't signing deals, that's the figures or seven
Hit 'em three five, you would think I was Kevin
My n***as come G state where we [?] on
Bodies they laying, ain't no tracking who left 'em
No DNA but they know that we strech 'em
They call a medic but they couldn't help 'em
Came with the drip, better watch how you stepping
Ayy, ayy, look
That n***a mad 'cause he seen that I flex
Diamonds my wrist, b*t*h, it's all on my neck
Run up on me and I'm spreaking that TEC
Look at my diamonds, this sh*t pretty wet
I got a deal, so I'm getting this bag
Hate on Young Marlo, I'm up all this cash
F**king your b*t*h, she throwing it back
F**king your b*t*h and she throwing it back
Look at my diamonds, they f**k with my drip
I'm getting my money, no time for a b*t*h
Pull up with choppas, pull up with sticks
Pull up with choppa, pull up with stick
I'm getting money, I stay in the stu'
Look at my pockets, this b*t*h full of blues
Thirty five dollars on shoes, thirty five dollars on shoes
Ayy, hop out the Bentley, my Glock, boy, it's fitted
Big choppa, b*t*h, I step with the semi
My money get plenty, I ride with your bitty
My pants is falling, they held up with [?]
The people hating on me, swear is so petty
And all this money, I been getting so many
I swear to God, b*t*h, I might need me a granny
I take my time, b*t*h, I be f**king your [?]
Lil' drip youngin but I'm white like a Xanny
My money long, start popping my fanny
No second guessing, they ain't asking no candy
No second guessing and they ain't asking no candy, huh?
Ayy, ayy, b*t*h
I came from that A, n***a, that was my session
And I'ma spin down with that Glock Smith & Wesson
N***a play dummy then I send him to Heaven
My n***as gon' creep like we double-o seven
I been doing drill since I was like eleven
My n***as gon' box you a** up like a present
Me and Young Marlo are trapping in the field
Doing drills for the n***as who thought they was up
Glocks in our tummies, you know that is tucked
If a n***a play crazy, we send his a** up
Choppas gon' bang, spin 'round his block, let it rain
Never be tucking my chain, I came out the rain
And now I got change, I never gon' change on my blood, on my gang
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I keep the tool, so you know I ain't streesing
Pockets they [?]
I'm thanking God, He keep giving me blessing
Smoking on opp pack, we sent them to Heaven
My n***as trapping, might serve up to reverence
Ain't signing deals, that's the figures or seven
Hit 'em three five, you would think I was Kevin
My n***as come G state where we [?] on
Bodies they laying, ain't no tracking who left 'em
No DNA but they know that we strech 'em
They call a medic but they couldn't help 'em
Came with the drip, better watch how you stepping
Ayy, ayy, look
That n***a mad 'cause he seen that I flex
Diamonds my wrist, b*t*h, it's all on my neck
Run up on me and I'm spreaking that TEC
Look at my diamonds, this sh*t pretty wet
I got a deal, so I'm getting this bag
Hate on Young Marlo, I'm up all this cash
F**king your b*t*h, she throwing it back
F**king your b*t*h and she throwing it back
Look at my diamonds, they f**k with my drip
I'm getting my money, no time for a b*t*h
Pull up with choppas, pull up with sticks
Pull up with choppa, pull up with stick
I'm getting money, I stay in the stu'
Look at my pockets, this b*t*h full of blues
Thirty five dollars on shoes, thirty five dollars on shoes
Ayy, hop out the Bentley, my Glock, boy, it's fitted
Big choppa, b*t*h, I step with the semi
My money get plenty, I ride with your bitty
My pants is falling, they held up with [?]
The people hating on me, swear is so petty
And all this money, I been getting so many
I swear to God, b*t*h, I might need me a granny
I take my time, b*t*h, I be f**king your [?]
Lil' drip youngin but I'm white like a Xanny
My money long, start popping my fanny
No second guessing, they ain't asking no candy
No second guessing and they ain't asking no candy, huh?
