CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Big Livvy 2
(Turn me up trad)
Pull up and we send hot sh*t
Got my J on me in this b*t*h
(Yall f**k with Dre Banks)
I'll come anywhere with my shooters, ain't no lettin' up
I pop my sh*t then ask the opps "What yall gon' do to us"
She said she feelin' safer over here, this where the killers from
I made her pop this X and she told gang exactly where to come
They know we got sh*t turnt when lil' bro died, that wasn't no gas or none
My homie mother cried, I felt the pain and bought a hunnid guns
They ain't drop sh*t but tears and dissed on IG whеn they hit him up
Sneak dissin' to a b*t*h about your brother, sh*t 'ill gеt you plucked
He dissin' gang like bro ain't f**k his BM, don't be mad at us
We plottin' on that lo', sh*t look a little far, still bet my shooters come
Heard they cliqued up, did a drill, and one told on the other one
Mad I dissed yo' brother, I ain't sorry, they took one from us
Big a** .762's and tear out the front side of that Honda truck
I told my opps if this sh*t smoke, don't add or type me up
But you know how it go when n***as broke, these n***as talk too much
Chasin' clout, and cappin' for an image n***as never was
Yall sent lil dumba** he got hit, and yall still ain't do none
Ain't do none, uh, uh, uh ,uh, uh
Too much f**kin' guap, I think these bankrolls keep my haters up
I keep a stack, with a few bad hoes, that's bound to get it done
Why you wan' play like we don't keep poles, we call before we come
If you want smoke this sh*t for free bro, ask how we give it up
I told this b*t*h "If you gon' f**k, go, just give that drop to us"
With no invite, my shorty will blow and f**k the function up
Real dealers, steppers, I don't need drugs to get a little reckless
We don't do disrespect, but know shh, died for sayin' he checked me
We hoppin out of the 'lac, ain't shoot from far, i'll bet we catch him
Quilly went out on the set tryna throw hands, but just ain't take it
We take rappers chains after they bounce the song and send it
You need to' get you a job, I heard that trap you ran ain't hit
Cartier wrist glisten, b*t*hes flock, my homies winnin'
B*t*hes flock my homies winnin'
Pull up and we send hot sh*t
Got my J on me in this b*t*h
(Yall f**k with Dre Banks)
I'll come anywhere with my shooters, ain't no lettin' up
I pop my sh*t then ask the opps "What yall gon' do to us"
She said she feelin' safer over here, this where the killers from
I made her pop this X and she told gang exactly where to come
They know we got sh*t turnt when lil' bro died, that wasn't no gas or none
My homie mother cried, I felt the pain and bought a hunnid guns
They ain't drop sh*t but tears and dissed on IG whеn they hit him up
Sneak dissin' to a b*t*h about your brother, sh*t 'ill gеt you plucked
He dissin' gang like bro ain't f**k his BM, don't be mad at us
We plottin' on that lo', sh*t look a little far, still bet my shooters come
Heard they cliqued up, did a drill, and one told on the other one
Mad I dissed yo' brother, I ain't sorry, they took one from us
Big a** .762's and tear out the front side of that Honda truck
I told my opps if this sh*t smoke, don't add or type me up
But you know how it go when n***as broke, these n***as talk too much
Chasin' clout, and cappin' for an image n***as never was
Yall sent lil dumba** he got hit, and yall still ain't do none
Ain't do none, uh, uh, uh ,uh, uh
Too much f**kin' guap, I think these bankrolls keep my haters up
I keep a stack, with a few bad hoes, that's bound to get it done
Why you wan' play like we don't keep poles, we call before we come
If you want smoke this sh*t for free bro, ask how we give it up
I told this b*t*h "If you gon' f**k, go, just give that drop to us"
With no invite, my shorty will blow and f**k the function up
Real dealers, steppers, I don't need drugs to get a little reckless
We don't do disrespect, but know shh, died for sayin' he checked me
We hoppin out of the 'lac, ain't shoot from far, i'll bet we catch him
Quilly went out on the set tryna throw hands, but just ain't take it
We take rappers chains after they bounce the song and send it
You need to' get you a job, I heard that trap you ran ain't hit
Cartier wrist glisten, b*t*hes flock, my homies winnin'
B*t*hes flock my homies winnin'
