CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : REST IN PEACE
(Astro on the beat)
Damn n***a, what the f**k?
(Ayy, this is a Trademark production)
Ayy
Boom-boom-pow when this sh*t get loud
n***as love to pop out when it's hot out (What?)
Bro kick, Bruce Lee, sent him out
'Cause we carry chopsticks when the opps out
I been on the east with some knucklehead n***as and some motherf**king white boy dropouts
I don't f**k with no 9s, my brothers gon' kill this lil' ass b*t*h with a choppa
Pop up at his house, put his ass to sleep
Shorty shaking ass, clap it to the beat
They say, "Daij, why you ain't never on the east?" Ayy
Well, you a bird, b*t*h, all the f**k you do is tweet (Get the f**k off my d**k)
Glock in his mouth now he can't talk (Where he at?)
Bullets hit his body now he can't walk (Yeah)
Brodie switching sides, where the white chalk? (Where the f**k?)
Solid than a b*t*h, never took a loss, ayy
Astro draw the blood, Teezo rest in peace
All up on my d**k, I swear you n***as sweet
Ayy, shawty finna wild out, think I'm finna ride out
Said you got the good D, in it's head we can slide out
Don got a tank, hell yeah, I'ma fell out
Doing all that sh*t for a motherf**king shoutout
Gettin' on my motherf**king nerves
Point his ass out, it's a broke n***a alert (Point him out)
Make a f**k n***a bite down on the curb
I'ma kill that n***a's kid, you know that n***a Daij disturbed
I'm in the club and I'm off it
I'm in your dentist, I'm flossing
Toss up your set, b*t*h, we moshing
Big chop on the bottom of that b*t*h
My lawyer said we got a case, get it dismissed
Big RoRo called on the phone, lil' bruh p*ssed
These n***as in the east tryna break back in my sh*t
Lil' bruh, I hit you, f**k you doin'? Bruh, I'm sick
I got a pack that need to be shipped
We got them racks, we banging the six
n***as at the mill just tryna get rich
Burberry tee with an Audemars wrist
I don't gotta talk 'cause the b*t*h gon' glist
Bow-chika-wow-wow, ding-dong ditch
Hit a n***a, hit a n***a, one time diss
Got two sticks on me, Lilo and Stitch
Uh, pu**y n***a, I'm hit your ass with a combo
Ballin' on these n***as, pass your b*t*h like I'm Rondo
I got thirty-thousand f**king racks in my condo
Eating eggs benedict, b*t*h, where my cilantro?
It's gon' f**king rain all season, where your poncho?
Hella cheese in my f**king pocket and it's not yours
East side 11, b*t*h
Big talk stepping, b*t*h
Make the chopper sing, John Legend, b*t*h
East side n***as know what I'm repping, b*t*h, don't walk up to my section
Damn n***a, what the f**k?
(Ayy, this is a Trademark production)
Ayy
Boom-boom-pow when this sh*t get loud
n***as love to pop out when it's hot out (What?)
Bro kick, Bruce Lee, sent him out
'Cause we carry chopsticks when the opps out
I been on the east with some knucklehead n***as and some motherf**king white boy dropouts
I don't f**k with no 9s, my brothers gon' kill this lil' ass b*t*h with a choppa
Pop up at his house, put his ass to sleep
Shorty shaking ass, clap it to the beat
They say, "Daij, why you ain't never on the east?" Ayy
Well, you a bird, b*t*h, all the f**k you do is tweet (Get the f**k off my d**k)
Glock in his mouth now he can't talk (Where he at?)
Bullets hit his body now he can't walk (Yeah)
Brodie switching sides, where the white chalk? (Where the f**k?)
Solid than a b*t*h, never took a loss, ayy
Astro draw the blood, Teezo rest in peace
All up on my d**k, I swear you n***as sweet
Ayy, shawty finna wild out, think I'm finna ride out
Said you got the good D, in it's head we can slide out
Don got a tank, hell yeah, I'ma fell out
Doing all that sh*t for a motherf**king shoutout
Gettin' on my motherf**king nerves
Point his ass out, it's a broke n***a alert (Point him out)
Make a f**k n***a bite down on the curb
I'ma kill that n***a's kid, you know that n***a Daij disturbed
I'm in the club and I'm off it
I'm in your dentist, I'm flossing
Toss up your set, b*t*h, we moshing
Big chop on the bottom of that b*t*h
My lawyer said we got a case, get it dismissed
Big RoRo called on the phone, lil' bruh p*ssed
These n***as in the east tryna break back in my sh*t
Lil' bruh, I hit you, f**k you doin'? Bruh, I'm sick
I got a pack that need to be shipped
We got them racks, we banging the six
n***as at the mill just tryna get rich
Burberry tee with an Audemars wrist
I don't gotta talk 'cause the b*t*h gon' glist
Bow-chika-wow-wow, ding-dong ditch
Hit a n***a, hit a n***a, one time diss
Got two sticks on me, Lilo and Stitch
Uh, pu**y n***a, I'm hit your ass with a combo
Ballin' on these n***as, pass your b*t*h like I'm Rondo
I got thirty-thousand f**king racks in my condo
Eating eggs benedict, b*t*h, where my cilantro?
It's gon' f**king rain all season, where your poncho?
Hella cheese in my f**king pocket and it's not yours
East side 11, b*t*h
Big talk stepping, b*t*h
Make the chopper sing, John Legend, b*t*h
East side n***as know what I'm repping, b*t*h, don't walk up to my section
