CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Show Me
Hah
Goon Rich n***a
Let's go
Go
John Cena I can't even see these n***as
It's alotta rounds when we pulling them tiggers
I'm big slime, I ain't trusting no n***a
Hah, let's go
I ain't even playing with em
Get over top of that, we tryna blam him
Somebody gon die tonight, cuz Goonrich I ain't playing with em
I be with them killers, the robbers, the steppers and drug dealers
I'm rocking Givenchy, Balenciaga, I ain't rocking no Hilfiger
You f**ked up, act like you don't know n***as
Call that man Top Golf, put a hole in him
f**k that lil b*t*h, she a gold digger
Passing that pistol n***a, he ain't no killer
I'm taking him off he tan
you ain't spending no bands
AMG Imma spin in a Benz
n***as be tipping them throwaways man
This ARP, Imma press em
Thought you was street, ain't applying the pressure
Fantastic 4 the 40 gon stretch him
Ten band jugg, lil b*t*h Imma cap you
Your b*t*h on my crotch, she like how I'm dressing
Pull up with the drugs, they call me Ray
Got shot in his leg, I call it a Epipen
Whole lotta fat sh*t, big n***a with the racks on him
Uh
Trapnanana
There was a time I used to have [?]
Shoot at his big homie, gon teach him a lesson
Tie up the plug and take him to a desert
Brodie like Han and he shoot with his left hand
I'm sliding with cuz, you know that's my right hand
I was in the trap before all this rap sh*t
A young n***a blew up, that was a accident
When the XR hit he be doing them backflips
When he got caught in the trenches, they stripped him and trapped him
They'll never tell you how n***as be acting
These n***as ain't right, these n***as don't tap in
Hah
Double back, we get this sh*t, popping
Young n***as geeked up, Glocks popping
Too many clips, keeping it rocking
Bad lil b*t*h and I bought her some bottoms
Uh
Let's go
I put that sh*t on the road
I got a cape but I ain't saving a hoe
I got a blood b*t*h, she tryna smoke
Pour lean while I'm f**king a hoe
Five bands, gotta pay what you owe
Fifty bands, get that sh*t for the low
Don't ask me questions, man that sh*t is a no
Hah
Let's go
We ain't playing with these n***as
We tryna get it off
Hah, n***a
Yeah
I'm passing that b*t*h and I give and I go
And now I'm tryna slide tonight
And now I'm tryna slide tonight
And now I'm tryna slide tonight
Goon Rich n***a
Let's go
Go
John Cena I can't even see these n***as
It's alotta rounds when we pulling them tiggers
I'm big slime, I ain't trusting no n***a
Hah, let's go
I ain't even playing with em
Get over top of that, we tryna blam him
Somebody gon die tonight, cuz Goonrich I ain't playing with em
I be with them killers, the robbers, the steppers and drug dealers
I'm rocking Givenchy, Balenciaga, I ain't rocking no Hilfiger
You f**ked up, act like you don't know n***as
Call that man Top Golf, put a hole in him
f**k that lil b*t*h, she a gold digger
Passing that pistol n***a, he ain't no killer
I'm taking him off he tan
you ain't spending no bands
AMG Imma spin in a Benz
n***as be tipping them throwaways man
This ARP, Imma press em
Thought you was street, ain't applying the pressure
Fantastic 4 the 40 gon stretch him
Ten band jugg, lil b*t*h Imma cap you
Your b*t*h on my crotch, she like how I'm dressing
Pull up with the drugs, they call me Ray
Got shot in his leg, I call it a Epipen
Whole lotta fat sh*t, big n***a with the racks on him
Uh
Trapnanana
There was a time I used to have [?]
Shoot at his big homie, gon teach him a lesson
Tie up the plug and take him to a desert
Brodie like Han and he shoot with his left hand
I'm sliding with cuz, you know that's my right hand
I was in the trap before all this rap sh*t
A young n***a blew up, that was a accident
When the XR hit he be doing them backflips
When he got caught in the trenches, they stripped him and trapped him
They'll never tell you how n***as be acting
These n***as ain't right, these n***as don't tap in
Hah
Double back, we get this sh*t, popping
Young n***as geeked up, Glocks popping
Too many clips, keeping it rocking
Bad lil b*t*h and I bought her some bottoms
Uh
Let's go
I put that sh*t on the road
I got a cape but I ain't saving a hoe
I got a blood b*t*h, she tryna smoke
Pour lean while I'm f**king a hoe
Five bands, gotta pay what you owe
Fifty bands, get that sh*t for the low
Don't ask me questions, man that sh*t is a no
Hah
Let's go
We ain't playing with these n***as
We tryna get it off
Hah, n***a
Yeah
I'm passing that b*t*h and I give and I go
And now I'm tryna slide tonight
And now I'm tryna slide tonight
And now I'm tryna slide tonight
