CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : BusStop
(I'm ready, Sav)
Uh, uh, uh
Pull up, we send hot sh*t
By that bus stop
He caught big shots
(Y'all f**k with Dre Banks)
Bodies drop for d**k ridin' that block like we wouldn't get 'em
Say we ain't slidin' if that sh*t facts then how y'all losin' all them hitters? (But how y'all losing all them n***as?)
By that bus stop, he caught them big shots right by the liver (Pull up on him)
Trizzy ain't work, he called backdoored, I guess that driver must ain't hear 'em (I guess that driver must ain't hear 'em)
N***as keep chattin' on my name like we ain't the ones that's out here spinnin' (Like we ain't the ones that's out here spinnin')
Everybody with me got a B, go check the stats, Keshawn for sure get 'em (Yeah, yeah)
We in them V's tryna make the pack, the next one lack, make sure he finished (The next one lack, make sure he finished)
We got the lo' from one of his hoes, gave her good d**k, she said, "Go get him" (Uh, uh, uh)
I told lil' bro "We ain't ridin' through blocks, I got two drops, which one we pickin'?" (I got two drops, which one we pickin'?)
Cha had died, you in the A not tryna drill 'bout how they did him (Not tryna drill 'bout how left his dumb a**)
Let's see who really active, let's see who gon' die with him (Uh, uh)
Lo was d**k ridin' a block he wasn't even from, that's why they clipped him (L's down for his dumb a**)
Only way home except, he chose to die like a civilian (He chose to die like a civilian)
That sh*t real fun speakin' on my mans until we put y'alls in the blender
One rapper I can't wait to catch him, take his chain and test his symbol (Can't wait to take his chain)
They hit up, shh, with so much shots, he hittin' like two different n***as
They rat-infested YBC, Young Buncha Chattin' a** lil' n***as (Buncha Chattin' a** lil' n***as, rat a** lil' n***as)
I don't do no direct diss but n***as talkin' too much
Get off my d**k (Get off my d**k)
Surprise lil' To ain't go out, the way them bullets hit his head (The way bullets eat him up)
I got that call 'bout lil' Baz and roll his dumb a** in the spliff (They caught the opps)
I'd be mad too if my opps lit, smoke my man and f**k on my b*t*h (Go)
Big Livvy, I'm the one who ran it up all off this sh*t (Go, go, go)
Y'all homie told, he got real paperwork but y'all say he ain't snitch (But y'all say he ain't told)
Well, sh*t, go look up Khyree Prattus, paperwork all in the mix (His paperwork all in the mix)
N***a, is you trippin'? Just spent ten K at Sacks (I just spent ten K at Sacks)
Them n***as hate me 'cause my pockets and they sh*t will never match (And they sh*t will never match)
Instead, I heard when Fetty swung, he slipped and caught one to the head
By that bus stop, his chest was filled with holes, they still ain't get him (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
I call when GP had got dropped, they claim he wasn't one part of they n***as (They cap)
They say the same sh*t 'bout Lil Ky, why they disownin' all these victims? (Why they disownin' all these victims?)
We know Ree had duck when I got call out to get him (Dumb a** n***a)
Boy, you ain't shoot sh*t, n***a, you lyin' about facts (N***a, you lyin' about drills)
That b*t*h had been gave up the drop, we slid and camped and make some' happen (We slid and camped and make some' happen)
This a direct diss, I'm on my block, ain't hard to catch me (I'm on my block, ain't hard to catch me, n***a)
Y'all ain't really lookin' that much
Y'all talkin' 'bout y'all lookin' for me
I ain't really that hard to find me, b*t*h
You know what the f**k goin' on
We pull up and send hot sh*t
Smokin' your homie by that bus stop
He caught big shots
Go, go, yeah, b*t*h
Uh, uh, uh
Pull up, we send hot sh*t
By that bus stop
He caught big shots
(Y'all f**k with Dre Banks)
Bodies drop for d**k ridin' that block like we wouldn't get 'em
Say we ain't slidin' if that sh*t facts then how y'all losin' all them hitters? (But how y'all losing all them n***as?)
By that bus stop, he caught them big shots right by the liver (Pull up on him)
Trizzy ain't work, he called backdoored, I guess that driver must ain't hear 'em (I guess that driver must ain't hear 'em)
N***as keep chattin' on my name like we ain't the ones that's out here spinnin' (Like we ain't the ones that's out here spinnin')
Everybody with me got a B, go check the stats, Keshawn for sure get 'em (Yeah, yeah)
We in them V's tryna make the pack, the next one lack, make sure he finished (The next one lack, make sure he finished)
We got the lo' from one of his hoes, gave her good d**k, she said, "Go get him" (Uh, uh, uh)
I told lil' bro "We ain't ridin' through blocks, I got two drops, which one we pickin'?" (I got two drops, which one we pickin'?)
Cha had died, you in the A not tryna drill 'bout how they did him (Not tryna drill 'bout how left his dumb a**)
Let's see who really active, let's see who gon' die with him (Uh, uh)
Lo was d**k ridin' a block he wasn't even from, that's why they clipped him (L's down for his dumb a**)
Only way home except, he chose to die like a civilian (He chose to die like a civilian)
That sh*t real fun speakin' on my mans until we put y'alls in the blender
One rapper I can't wait to catch him, take his chain and test his symbol (Can't wait to take his chain)
They hit up, shh, with so much shots, he hittin' like two different n***as
They rat-infested YBC, Young Buncha Chattin' a** lil' n***as (Buncha Chattin' a** lil' n***as, rat a** lil' n***as)
I don't do no direct diss but n***as talkin' too much
Get off my d**k (Get off my d**k)
Surprise lil' To ain't go out, the way them bullets hit his head (The way bullets eat him up)
I got that call 'bout lil' Baz and roll his dumb a** in the spliff (They caught the opps)
I'd be mad too if my opps lit, smoke my man and f**k on my b*t*h (Go)
Big Livvy, I'm the one who ran it up all off this sh*t (Go, go, go)
Y'all homie told, he got real paperwork but y'all say he ain't snitch (But y'all say he ain't told)
Well, sh*t, go look up Khyree Prattus, paperwork all in the mix (His paperwork all in the mix)
N***a, is you trippin'? Just spent ten K at Sacks (I just spent ten K at Sacks)
Them n***as hate me 'cause my pockets and they sh*t will never match (And they sh*t will never match)
Instead, I heard when Fetty swung, he slipped and caught one to the head
By that bus stop, his chest was filled with holes, they still ain't get him (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
I call when GP had got dropped, they claim he wasn't one part of they n***as (They cap)
They say the same sh*t 'bout Lil Ky, why they disownin' all these victims? (Why they disownin' all these victims?)
We know Ree had duck when I got call out to get him (Dumb a** n***a)
Boy, you ain't shoot sh*t, n***a, you lyin' about facts (N***a, you lyin' about drills)
That b*t*h had been gave up the drop, we slid and camped and make some' happen (We slid and camped and make some' happen)
This a direct diss, I'm on my block, ain't hard to catch me (I'm on my block, ain't hard to catch me, n***a)
Y'all ain't really lookin' that much
Y'all talkin' 'bout y'all lookin' for me
I ain't really that hard to find me, b*t*h
You know what the f**k goin' on
We pull up and send hot sh*t
Smokin' your homie by that bus stop
He caught big shots
Go, go, yeah, b*t*h
