CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : Famine
Spee
(Slugs)
Grrah, bah-bah-bah
Whip-whip out that Glock, now that lil' boy on buffer, n***a
No, I can't f**k with no buster, n***a
He think he the sh*t, then we flush that n***a
He try to spin, stop his car, he won't come back, n***a
What's the plan?
Bad b*t*h hit my Instagram, damn
And I heard that she a fan, man
My team always eating, man, we do not famine
We could, we could go nice and slow like Usher, baby
White girl weefing, I sold her a KD
N***as talk sh*t on the 'net, but won't never come fade me
I'm toting this G-Lock, this sh*t got no safety (Ooh)
Baby girl, what you wanna get into?
When I'm with you, nothin' f**k up my mood
Posted up with my slimes, n***a, we say, "Woo" (Bah, bah, bah)
Whip out that Glock, now that lil' boy on buffer, n***a
No, I can't f**k with no buster, n***a
He think he the sh*t, then we flush that n***a
He try to spin, stop his car, he won't come back, n***a
What's the plan?
Bad b*t*h hit my Instagram, damn
And I heard that she a fan, man
My team always eating, man, we do not famine (I know you love me)
He a real gang, I'm finna make it out the hood
I'm from the trenches 'cause I wish a n***a would
Doing better than me, he wishes you could
I'm getting this money, lil' b*t*h, as I should
I like to fight like Suge
Hit-hit up your man, but he said I look good
Back in the day, had to juug
I'm-I'm with the gang and we rollin' you up
All that we do is drugs
I'm only nineteen, ain't lookin' for love
Birkin, Off-White, b*t*h, I'm fly like a dove
Rockin' designer just because
Lil' b*t*h, I do what I want
Drip head to toe, b*t*h, it's Saint Laurent
They hatin' on me 'cause I'm confident
These b*t*hes wan' be me, they copying
Whip-whip out that Glock, now that lil' boy on buffer, n***a
No, I can't f**k with no buster, n***a
He think he the sh*t, then we flush that n***a
He try to spin, stop his car, he won't come back, n***a
What's the plan?
Bad b*t*h hit my Instagram, damn (Damn, damn, damn)
And I heard that she a fan, man
My team always eating, man, we do not famine
We could, we could go nice and slow like Usher, baby
White girl weefing, I sold her a KD
N***as talk sh*t on the 'net, but won't never come fade me
I'm toting this G-Lock, this sh*t got no safety (Shh, shh, ooh)
Baby girl, what you wanna get into?
When I'm with you, nothin' f**k up my mood
Posted up with my slimes, n***a, we say, "Woo" (Bah, bah, bah, Woo)
(Slugs)
Grrah, bah-bah-bah
Whip-whip out that Glock, now that lil' boy on buffer, n***a
No, I can't f**k with no buster, n***a
He think he the sh*t, then we flush that n***a
He try to spin, stop his car, he won't come back, n***a
What's the plan?
Bad b*t*h hit my Instagram, damn
And I heard that she a fan, man
My team always eating, man, we do not famine
We could, we could go nice and slow like Usher, baby
White girl weefing, I sold her a KD
N***as talk sh*t on the 'net, but won't never come fade me
I'm toting this G-Lock, this sh*t got no safety (Ooh)
Baby girl, what you wanna get into?
When I'm with you, nothin' f**k up my mood
Posted up with my slimes, n***a, we say, "Woo" (Bah, bah, bah)
Whip out that Glock, now that lil' boy on buffer, n***a
No, I can't f**k with no buster, n***a
He think he the sh*t, then we flush that n***a
He try to spin, stop his car, he won't come back, n***a
What's the plan?
Bad b*t*h hit my Instagram, damn
And I heard that she a fan, man
My team always eating, man, we do not famine (I know you love me)
He a real gang, I'm finna make it out the hood
I'm from the trenches 'cause I wish a n***a would
Doing better than me, he wishes you could
I'm getting this money, lil' b*t*h, as I should
I like to fight like Suge
Hit-hit up your man, but he said I look good
Back in the day, had to juug
I'm-I'm with the gang and we rollin' you up
All that we do is drugs
I'm only nineteen, ain't lookin' for love
Birkin, Off-White, b*t*h, I'm fly like a dove
Rockin' designer just because
Lil' b*t*h, I do what I want
Drip head to toe, b*t*h, it's Saint Laurent
They hatin' on me 'cause I'm confident
These b*t*hes wan' be me, they copying
Whip-whip out that Glock, now that lil' boy on buffer, n***a
No, I can't f**k with no buster, n***a
He think he the sh*t, then we flush that n***a
He try to spin, stop his car, he won't come back, n***a
What's the plan?
Bad b*t*h hit my Instagram, damn (Damn, damn, damn)
And I heard that she a fan, man
My team always eating, man, we do not famine
We could, we could go nice and slow like Usher, baby
White girl weefing, I sold her a KD
N***as talk sh*t on the 'net, but won't never come fade me
I'm toting this G-Lock, this sh*t got no safety (Shh, shh, ooh)
Baby girl, what you wanna get into?
When I'm with you, nothin' f**k up my mood
Posted up with my slimes, n***a, we say, "Woo" (Bah, bah, bah, Woo)
