CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Horror Story

Hey, kids (Yeah)
How you feelin'? (Yeah)
You feel alright? (Yeah)

I was trappin' out a daycare, sellin' zaza out a diaper
Took my Draco out my Scottish kilt, I feel like Roddy Piper
Straight drop got my whole mouth numbin' up like I got gingivitis
b*t*h, I call my gun corona, bullets sprayin' like a virus
I'ma catch an opp, then spit on them and leave 'em where I found 'em
Detectives found my DNA from stickin' swabs in my salivia
My b*t*h caught an UTI from stuffin' crack in her vagina
Them bullets turn his body blue like Marty from the Big Fat Liar
Uh, why do fools fall in love? I feel like Frankie Lymon
I know all my bloods f**ked up like they got hepatitis
Shoot that blicky, my wrist gettin' stiffy, I got arthritis
Pop up on 'em with my mask on, I feel like Michael Myers

All my opps havin' nightmarеs, I think I'm Freddie Kruegеr
ARP'll make a n***a lift when I hop out that Uber
I was reefin' one day and I robbed a n***a for a QT
Seen him the next week and then I dapped him up like I ain't do it
Uh, beef with Flock, is you stupid? Uh
I'm the mack, Frank Lucas
The feds, they had me in the box like a Rubiks
Callin' my shooter up, n***a, he shoot sh*t
Pull up with Fortune, keep talkin' this Ossh sh*t
I'm 'bout to take me a flight to the max
Sippin' on Jaguar, this ain't Act'
Smokin' on rapper, I'm high as a jetpack
Swerve got caught for a body, ain't tell that
Lookin' for EDD cards, where the mail at?
I wan' press a n***a, I inhale that, uh
Really, where the scale at?
Bruh innocent, where the f**k is his bail at?
New ten milli', the f**k is the shells at?
It's 3 p.m., where the f**k is the sales at?
Uh, might do a hit in a Hellcat (3Oh)

Brody feel like Mike, I feel like Jason in this b*t*h
Cut a n***a head off like I'm Haitian in this b*t*h
Land at LAX, I told my plug to get me that Bentley coupe
Drive to Long Beach, I feel like Snoop, let me get some gin and juice
Psych, don't drink no gin, drinkin' tequila, golden jaguars
Two hundred on the dash, I whip that b*t*h like it's a NASCAR
Surrounded by some stars, turned a n***a to a ghost
I wet your block up, hydroplane, and watch the Bentley float
I bagged a b*t*h at Papa Johns, she said the pizza hittin'
I'm out this b*t*h with scammers, brody said the pieces hittin'
I'm one of Southside's finest, made a million dollars rhymin' (MoneyMarr)
Paid twenty for my 3Oh piece, your b*t*h kissin' my diamonds (Uh, let's go)

I'm so rich, feel like I was born in Dubai
Young CEO, who the f**k I'ma sign?
I feel like DaBaby, I fill 'em with vibes
I don't even try, your b*t*h on my line
I look to the left, she bendin' it over
I look to the right, got her friend on my shoulder
That fifth gon' hit like a big-ass boulder
sh*t ain't changed, just got a lil' older
Jump out, slide, we gotta go
I'm in LA, need sticks for the low
VVS diamonds, she got glow
Tired of these young n***as stealin' my flow
Scatpack tires on the whip gon' burn
Got stuck in these streets, I had to learn
Ain't f**kin' with thot hoes, that sh*t germ
I'm sendin' a hit on a n***a like Worm
Slide, slide, slide, slide
Ain't f**kin' with gang, you ain't 'bout to slide
Me and 3Oh got a drop on they ride
Flock gon' hang out the whip, I'ma drive

b*t*h, I'm Goonew, b*t*h, I'm ready to kill somethin'
I'm in my jam, and I'm poppin' the pills, bruh
Catch me a vic', go and hit me a lick
Give me that lip, give me that knee
I got b*t*hes, yeah, way overseas
I got a hundred rounds on the seat
I got a bad b*t*h from the D
I'm in the S, R, and a T, uh
n***as don't really want bro, uh
Put his lil' ass in the trunk
Ran out of sh*ts, got hit with a pump
Micro Draco, b*t*h go dumb
Look in my pocket, b*t*h, it's a lump
Carseat gang, n***a my son
Don't play no games, 21 skunk
It's down, set, your b*t*h wanna hut
Uh, it's too cold, b*t*h, it's ice on us
Come get your b*t*h, she tryna f**k
I pull out bands, she stuck on stuff
Got too many racks, but that sh*t ain't enough