CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : 777
[Intro]
Lets go, Mario!
[Verse]
Rollin' down the streets with a new MAC-11
Still goin' hard, no questions (Yeah)
I ain't never been a sun in my motherfuckin' life, but I'm still ballin' out like Devin (Yeah)
Shooting stars gotta miss my presence
Up regardless, like I'm 7-Eleven (Whoa)
I need 100k, like 24/7 (Whoa)
On the risin', I should do triple seven (Shit, shit, shit, shit)
If you scared, go 'head talk to the reverend
I stay close to my motherfuckin' weapon
I protected, we guys, my aunt keeps me steppin' (Brr)
I'm so out of gas like I'm full-court passin' (Gang, gang)
Chucky said you wrong, you didn't get the message
The world is insane, hello, I'ma get it (What? What?)
Bloodshot, red eyes, I ain't sleeping, no rest
If you need me, I'm gone, I'ma always be steppin', ayy (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Try to stab a new knife in my back, it ain't go through my skin, I got chrome on my spine (Yeah)
Acting cool, this lil' bro checked my shit out on google for weeks, put the chrome in your mind (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Had to take a new shot for me, when I took care, and it's fuck 'em, they tell me I'm fine (What?)
Shit, I been makin' plays, had a euthanized view, ever since she turned six to a nine (Thottie)
Fuck around, had to turn to a shark and I blacked out my eyes, I can't see all the signs (Yeah)
For the vision, they laid out for niggas like me, had to go write a brand new design (Fuck)
I don't fit in this world, bitch I'm extraterrestrial, I try to phone home all the time
But that out to the universe, love me alone in my word in that loaded design (Go, go, go)
Fuck a stick, we catchin' him blind (Yeah)
Fuck his bitch and I'm making her mine
Off the 'shrooms, I just altered my mind
Tellin' shawty roll up all the time
Not a feelin' emotional love in my chest, I feel hollow, I think that I'm dying
And your bitch in my motherfuckin' face all the time, if I'm lying, I gotta be flyin'
Still on earth, I'm takin' my time
Ja Morant, watch me stop on the dime
Lets go, Mario!
[Verse]
Rollin' down the streets with a new MAC-11
Still goin' hard, no questions (Yeah)
I ain't never been a sun in my motherfuckin' life, but I'm still ballin' out like Devin (Yeah)
Shooting stars gotta miss my presence
Up regardless, like I'm 7-Eleven (Whoa)
I need 100k, like 24/7 (Whoa)
On the risin', I should do triple seven (Shit, shit, shit, shit)
If you scared, go 'head talk to the reverend
I stay close to my motherfuckin' weapon
I protected, we guys, my aunt keeps me steppin' (Brr)
I'm so out of gas like I'm full-court passin' (Gang, gang)
Chucky said you wrong, you didn't get the message
The world is insane, hello, I'ma get it (What? What?)
Bloodshot, red eyes, I ain't sleeping, no rest
If you need me, I'm gone, I'ma always be steppin', ayy (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Try to stab a new knife in my back, it ain't go through my skin, I got chrome on my spine (Yeah)
Acting cool, this lil' bro checked my shit out on google for weeks, put the chrome in your mind (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Had to take a new shot for me, when I took care, and it's fuck 'em, they tell me I'm fine (What?)
Shit, I been makin' plays, had a euthanized view, ever since she turned six to a nine (Thottie)
Fuck around, had to turn to a shark and I blacked out my eyes, I can't see all the signs (Yeah)
For the vision, they laid out for niggas like me, had to go write a brand new design (Fuck)
I don't fit in this world, bitch I'm extraterrestrial, I try to phone home all the time
But that out to the universe, love me alone in my word in that loaded design (Go, go, go)
Fuck a stick, we catchin' him blind (Yeah)
Fuck his bitch and I'm making her mine
Off the 'shrooms, I just altered my mind
Tellin' shawty roll up all the time
Not a feelin' emotional love in my chest, I feel hollow, I think that I'm dying
And your bitch in my motherfuckin' face all the time, if I'm lying, I gotta be flyin'
Still on earth, I'm takin' my time
Ja Morant, watch me stop on the dime
