CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Off sh*t
(Lang Father)
n***a, come around here tryna serve and you gettin' extorted
She plotted on havin' my baby, but I got that mission aborted
My shooter from Mexico, he with the cartel, they tryna get him deported
I'll have my little n***a pistol-whip you with a BB gun and then leak the recording
You finna do what to who? (n***a, what?)
You must be out of your damn mind
Draco finna blow up like a landmine
You told on your n***as, you ain't on no man time
You said it's up with who? (For real?)
Well, f**k it, I'm with it, it's game time
We gon' cover that n***a in dirt like a landslide
I can still beat the block up with my hands tied
Me and my n***as gon' off sh*t, off sh*t, off sh*t, off sh*t, off sh*t, off sh*t, off sh*t
Me and my n***as gon' off sh*t, off sh*t, off sh*t, off sh*t, off sh*t, off sh*t, off sh*t
Me and my n***as gon' slide
b*t*h, I came in with them steppers (Steppin')
Please excuse my peter pipin' tongue, I popped a pepper (A Perc')
Leather gloves on me, no fingerprints on that Beretta (At all)
b*t*h, I came in with that boom, now his whole body scattered on a platter
Quick flickity-flock, spaluga, swickity-swock, swanuga
Two guns in the trap house, one is a Ruger
If a n***a run down, I'ma shnoogle the poodle
Swip-swap on that Glock with the quickest finagle
Put the beam on a n***a tryna leggo my Ego
Them bullets gon' turn your face to a bagel
Bro clutchin' on wham-bam, he on the payroll
That wickity-wock won't stop 'til the shots leave him breathless
DDT the spliggity-ooh like a wrestler
First n***a try me gettin' stuffed in a baster
If these my baby blickies, I'm a b*st*rd
They caught me snaggin' a stee on camera
She was boppin' a lot, but low-key on campus
I got caught with the stiffy and fleed to Manassas
I had to rob my plug and flee in fashion
n***a, come around here tryna serve and you gettin' extorted
She plotted on havin' my baby, but I got that mission aborted
My shooter from Mexico, he with the cartel, they tryna get him deported
I'll have my little n***a pistol-whip you with a BB gun and then leak the recording
You finna do what to who? (n***a, what?)
You must be out of your damn mind
Draco finna blow up like a landmine
You told on your n***as, you ain't on no man time
You said it's up with who? (For real?)
Well, f**k it, I'm with it, it's game time
We gon' cover that n***a in dirt like a landslide
I can still beat the block up with my hands tied
Me and my n***as gon' off sh*t, off sh*t, off sh*t, off sh*t, off sh*t, off sh*t, off sh*t
Me and my n***as gon' off sh*t, off sh*t, off sh*t, off sh*t, off sh*t, off sh*t, off sh*t
Me and my n***as gon' slide
b*t*h, I came in with them steppers (Steppin')
Please excuse my peter pipin' tongue, I popped a pepper (A Perc')
Leather gloves on me, no fingerprints on that Beretta (At all)
b*t*h, I came in with that boom, now his whole body scattered on a platter
Quick flickity-flock, spaluga, swickity-swock, swanuga
Two guns in the trap house, one is a Ruger
If a n***a run down, I'ma shnoogle the poodle
Swip-swap on that Glock with the quickest finagle
Put the beam on a n***a tryna leggo my Ego
Them bullets gon' turn your face to a bagel
Bro clutchin' on wham-bam, he on the payroll
That wickity-wock won't stop 'til the shots leave him breathless
DDT the spliggity-ooh like a wrestler
First n***a try me gettin' stuffed in a baster
If these my baby blickies, I'm a b*st*rd
They caught me snaggin' a stee on camera
She was boppin' a lot, but low-key on campus
I got caught with the stiffy and fleed to Manassas
I had to rob my plug and flee in fashion
