CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Gorillas
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Yeah, yeah
Gang, gang
Start off, shorties and big bodies, you know how I'm rocking
Kick doors on the nine, they like, "Lil' folks always been out of pocket"
Hoes, they on my line until I say, "You ain't getting in my wallet"
Thirty on my .9, the opps see me, they like, "That's what you call it"
Watch your f**king mouth 'fore I pop up at your momma house
And leave you slumped like you was off them drugs on your f**king couch
Walk Down Gang, when we soar up, we be showing out
Pop Out Gang, once we catch the opps, we walk 'em down
Beezo up on that n***a but you know that if you tote, blow that
These n***as pu**y, tough as hell online, in real life you ain't on that
Slidе the door back, pop out, walk 'em down and face shot, push his throat back
All on livе, talking about how he survived, it's time for us to go back
You know me, I'm flee as hell and lil' bro flee as well
I let three shots off this revolver, that's three bodies, ain't no shells
Left him Ricky, what's that smell? Hold on, I'm tweaking, oh, he 12
And if you say you got a problem, hit my block, don't hit my cell
Uh, I'm that n***a, smoking opps out a Backwood, not a Swisher
He said I ain't with it, how do you figure it?
If I hit a lick, ain't no hundreds, some fifties, I'm killing the dealer
Beezy got a vest, it don't get no realer, Draco and banana peel
I done took some much sh*t I can play for the Steelers
I don't think you want with the gang, gorrilas
I won't drop a diss, I drop the bag
Keep fire on me, extended mag
She eating me, I make her gag
He eat his plate and take a sack
We hit up his whip and make him crash
Ain't no IG, we on his a**
Keep playing with me, we on his a**
Lil' 4 just say he want a hat
We double back like bring it back
B*t*h, I be with the silver [?]
We don't do no t** for tat
B*t*h, steppers leave a n***a flat
We turned his lil' bro to a pack
Pay for the drop, we sending that
Ain't beefing over no Internet
I show you how to a n***a whacked
I can show you how to get a n***a touched
We finna bust if he pulling up
I get some blicks, we finna rush
Hit his a** up, we sending up
Take the clip to the clip, it's a double up
F**k the b*t*h to make her get my brother sucked
We hit his block with a ton of shots
The K round hold a hunny bun
What's the word? B*t*h, I'm the sh*t
I know you heard he disrespect
We got some nerves, we leave his sh*t all on the curb
Where I come from, don't nobody make it out
We all feel cursed, they paid me ten just for a verse
I still gon' put in work, b*t*h
Start off, shorties and big bodies, you know how I'm rocking
Kick doors on the nine, they like, "Lil' folks always been out of pocket"
Hoes, they on my line until I say, "You ain't getting in my wallet"
Thirty on my .9, the opps see me, they like, "That's what you call it"
Watch your f**king mouth 'fore I pop up at your momma house
And leave you slumped like you was off them drugs on your f**king couch
Walk Down Gang, once we soar up, we be showing out
Pop Out Gang, once we catch the opps, we walk 'em down
Yeah, yeah
Gang, gang
Start off, shorties and big bodies, you know how I'm rocking
Kick doors on the nine, they like, "Lil' folks always been out of pocket"
Hoes, they on my line until I say, "You ain't getting in my wallet"
Thirty on my .9, the opps see me, they like, "That's what you call it"
Watch your f**king mouth 'fore I pop up at your momma house
And leave you slumped like you was off them drugs on your f**king couch
Walk Down Gang, when we soar up, we be showing out
Pop Out Gang, once we catch the opps, we walk 'em down
Beezo up on that n***a but you know that if you tote, blow that
These n***as pu**y, tough as hell online, in real life you ain't on that
Slidе the door back, pop out, walk 'em down and face shot, push his throat back
All on livе, talking about how he survived, it's time for us to go back
You know me, I'm flee as hell and lil' bro flee as well
I let three shots off this revolver, that's three bodies, ain't no shells
Left him Ricky, what's that smell? Hold on, I'm tweaking, oh, he 12
And if you say you got a problem, hit my block, don't hit my cell
Uh, I'm that n***a, smoking opps out a Backwood, not a Swisher
He said I ain't with it, how do you figure it?
If I hit a lick, ain't no hundreds, some fifties, I'm killing the dealer
Beezy got a vest, it don't get no realer, Draco and banana peel
I done took some much sh*t I can play for the Steelers
I don't think you want with the gang, gorrilas
I won't drop a diss, I drop the bag
Keep fire on me, extended mag
She eating me, I make her gag
He eat his plate and take a sack
We hit up his whip and make him crash
Ain't no IG, we on his a**
Keep playing with me, we on his a**
Lil' 4 just say he want a hat
We double back like bring it back
B*t*h, I be with the silver [?]
We don't do no t** for tat
B*t*h, steppers leave a n***a flat
We turned his lil' bro to a pack
Pay for the drop, we sending that
Ain't beefing over no Internet
I show you how to a n***a whacked
I can show you how to get a n***a touched
We finna bust if he pulling up
I get some blicks, we finna rush
Hit his a** up, we sending up
Take the clip to the clip, it's a double up
F**k the b*t*h to make her get my brother sucked
We hit his block with a ton of shots
The K round hold a hunny bun
What's the word? B*t*h, I'm the sh*t
I know you heard he disrespect
We got some nerves, we leave his sh*t all on the curb
Where I come from, don't nobody make it out
We all feel cursed, they paid me ten just for a verse
I still gon' put in work, b*t*h
Start off, shorties and big bodies, you know how I'm rocking
Kick doors on the nine, they like, "Lil' folks always been out of pocket"
Hoes, they on my line until I say, "You ain't getting in my wallet"
Thirty on my .9, the opps see me, they like, "That's what you call it"
Watch your f**king mouth 'fore I pop up at your momma house
And leave you slumped like you was off them drugs on your f**king couch
Walk Down Gang, once we soar up, we be showing out
Pop Out Gang, once we catch the opps, we walk 'em down
