CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : KITT
Spitta, what up (Yeah)
Fraud, what up (Yeah)
This that fly sh*t (Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches, baby)
Right up my alley (We smoking weed in it)
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
She got the combination to the safe memorized
Gathered the contents and slide
We rehearsed the move like several times
Don't hesitate when you inside, that's how many others died
It's a lot that come with this life
Big money, cars, take dangerous rides
Living like stars, millionaires pushing the line
Passed out before I got a chance to pray to God and ask him to let us survive
Eastside New Orleans, Trans-Am slide
Supersport Camaro's, Corvettes and foreigns in a line
Quarantine made it harder to stunt
But I'm still finna order new wheels from my truck
I been prepared for some sh*t like this, been saving up
And I'm still stackin' while my brand new tires scratchin'
For my son, I'm settin' a player ass example
Show that boy how cool his daddy is
b*t*hes call me daddy too, but she not my kid
She call you about the phone bill, buy her a new fridge
She call me to feel it in her ribs
The four settings on my wrist, presidential with no diamonds, b*t*h
Front of the plane where you can't sit
Acquired what you can't get
Password required for entrance, we can tell you ain't a member here
Fishing for styles in a recycle bin, yeah
Fraud, what up (Yeah)
This that fly sh*t (Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches, baby)
Right up my alley (We smoking weed in it)
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
She got the combination to the safe memorized
Gathered the contents and slide
We rehearsed the move like several times
Don't hesitate when you inside, that's how many others died
It's a lot that come with this life
Big money, cars, take dangerous rides
Living like stars, millionaires pushing the line
Passed out before I got a chance to pray to God and ask him to let us survive
Eastside New Orleans, Trans-Am slide
Supersport Camaro's, Corvettes and foreigns in a line
Quarantine made it harder to stunt
But I'm still finna order new wheels from my truck
I been prepared for some sh*t like this, been saving up
And I'm still stackin' while my brand new tires scratchin'
For my son, I'm settin' a player ass example
Show that boy how cool his daddy is
b*t*hes call me daddy too, but she not my kid
She call you about the phone bill, buy her a new fridge
She call me to feel it in her ribs
The four settings on my wrist, presidential with no diamonds, b*t*h
Front of the plane where you can't sit
Acquired what you can't get
Password required for entrance, we can tell you ain't a member here
Fishing for styles in a recycle bin, yeah
