CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Salsa Goat
Ouu Quad this sh*t bang
Go hard, splashed up in a Hellcat
I got Lean, got Percs, got P's, yeah I sell that
I'm in L.A tryna see where the bud at
Put a bad b*t*h on a flight, I ain't even gotta mail that
I'm in the Maybach Benz rocking Louis V linen
In the trap, cooking hard, with a tool in the kitchen
N***a play with the Sauce and his crew gon' be missing
You be trappin' and killin'? N***a, who is you kidding?
It don't matter where I'm at, got a FN tucked
You be talking on the 'Gram like you can't get touched
I got Dior on my body, got packs in the Masi', n***a reach for my chain, gon' get hit up
I ain't never going broke, I'ma die rich
Rolex on my wrist cost five bricks
Had to cut a couple n***as off 'cause they on some opp sh*t
N***as acting like they balling, but we know that they not rich
Peso pulled up in the Lambo
Two .30 clips and it go on Rambo
Trunk full of ammo
We ain't even gotta talk sh*t, we'll air this b*t*h out if they ain't know
I'ma trap hard 'til the bank
send a b*t*h to the end of the rainbow
Yeah, pocket full of hundos
Play with the Sauce, (Fah, fah), 'cause the gun close
See me? I'ma get the bag, if you ain't know
Fourty-point diamonds in my earlobe
We gon' spin his block like a disco
Nonstop, nonstop, 'til we make a opp n***a head torn
Why you gotta hate? Keep it real though, if you don't wanna see me at the top, tell me right now
Thirty racks on me when on n***a smile, VVS blind, no flash, they gon' all shine
New chain on my neck cost fifty
And you know we shoot the gun 'til the whole thing empty
And I'm rich than a b*t*h, so I know they envy
I had to cut the b*t*h off 'cause she way too friendly
And I'm way too busy, I'm trappin' and rappin'
I got Percs in the drawer, got Lean in the cabinet
Gon' slide on the opp when she give us the addy
Cash out on the packs when I go out to Cali
Man, I'm stuck in the trap, boy, I don't got a option
If it's up in the air, then it's stuck with my Glocky
I'm in Miami, I slide in a 'Rari
Rocking Dior, Versace
Look at my pinky, it's rocky
Walk in the room and the b*t*h wanna top me
at the game, that's the posse
I don't know about you, I'ma hustle regardless
I ain't leaving the trap 'til I stack up a hunnid
I got rich than a b*t*h selling packs in the Jungles
Shoot the AR, (bah), lil n***a, I'm Toosie
I'll splash up on a beef, I don't really discuss
I was really in the hood serving fifties
And I always had a dope fiend with me
I just caught me a play in Givenchy
N***as know that we run the whole bity
I got power like 50
I can knock the b*t*h that you with in a minute
Riding in the 'Cat, lil bro in the Hemi
One month on the block, I don' ran up sixty
Play with me, you finished
I'ma have them young n***as sending, I'ma have them young n***as blitzing
F**k boy never did no mission
Riding on the road, hunnid racks in the Sprinter
Go hard, splashed up in a Hellcat
I got Lean, got Percs, got P's, yeah I sell that
I'm in L.A tryna see where the bud at
Put a bad b*t*h on a flight, I ain't even gotta mail that
I'm in the Maybach Benz rocking Louis V linen
In the trap, cooking hard, with a tool in the kitchen
N***a play with the Sauce and his crew gon' be missing
You be trappin' and killin'? N***a, who is you kidding?
It don't matter where I'm at, got a FN tucked
You be talking on the 'Gram like you can't get touched
I got Dior on my body, got packs in the Masi', n***a reach for my chain, gon' get hit up
I ain't never going broke, I'ma die rich
Rolex on my wrist cost five bricks
Had to cut a couple n***as off 'cause they on some opp sh*t
N***as acting like they balling, but we know that they not rich
Peso pulled up in the Lambo
Two .30 clips and it go on Rambo
Trunk full of ammo
We ain't even gotta talk sh*t, we'll air this b*t*h out if they ain't know
I'ma trap hard 'til the bank
send a b*t*h to the end of the rainbow
Yeah, pocket full of hundos
Play with the Sauce, (Fah, fah), 'cause the gun close
See me? I'ma get the bag, if you ain't know
Fourty-point diamonds in my earlobe
We gon' spin his block like a disco
Nonstop, nonstop, 'til we make a opp n***a head torn
Why you gotta hate? Keep it real though, if you don't wanna see me at the top, tell me right now
Thirty racks on me when on n***a smile, VVS blind, no flash, they gon' all shine
New chain on my neck cost fifty
And you know we shoot the gun 'til the whole thing empty
And I'm rich than a b*t*h, so I know they envy
I had to cut the b*t*h off 'cause she way too friendly
And I'm way too busy, I'm trappin' and rappin'
I got Percs in the drawer, got Lean in the cabinet
Gon' slide on the opp when she give us the addy
Cash out on the packs when I go out to Cali
Man, I'm stuck in the trap, boy, I don't got a option
If it's up in the air, then it's stuck with my Glocky
I'm in Miami, I slide in a 'Rari
Rocking Dior, Versace
Look at my pinky, it's rocky
Walk in the room and the b*t*h wanna top me
at the game, that's the posse
I don't know about you, I'ma hustle regardless
I ain't leaving the trap 'til I stack up a hunnid
I got rich than a b*t*h selling packs in the Jungles
Shoot the AR, (bah), lil n***a, I'm Toosie
I'll splash up on a beef, I don't really discuss
I was really in the hood serving fifties
And I always had a dope fiend with me
I just caught me a play in Givenchy
N***as know that we run the whole bity
I got power like 50
I can knock the b*t*h that you with in a minute
Riding in the 'Cat, lil bro in the Hemi
One month on the block, I don' ran up sixty
Play with me, you finished
I'ma have them young n***as sending, I'ma have them young n***as blitzing
F**k boy never did no mission
Riding on the road, hunnid racks in the Sprinter
