CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : Wifi
Fbee
Man, I'm not with that ’net sh*t
Wi-Fi, hop out, bullets connectin' (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Whip out that Glocky, now he confessin' (Gang)
Scope out that lil’ n***a, no, I'm not guessin' (Grrah)
Double-R, pushing the set my profession
I'm EBK, I don't give a f**k what you reppin' (Bah, bah, bah)
Going to the top, n***a, I'm destined (Gang)
When I think about the G.O.A.T., I just look at my reflection (On God, gang)
Hold on, hold on, n***a, who you?
With a five on me right now, what you wanna do? (Grrah)
I can run up that bag faster than you
F**k around, add the drum mag to the Glock too (Grrah, bah, bah)
Man, these lil' n***as copy everything that I do
You hear my chain in the stu’ (On God)
I brought that pack with me when I flew
He flexing that Runtz bag, but it’s fu'
Put that boy on a plate for spreadin’ fake food (Bah, bah, bah)
My twin got a Drac' if a n***a come too (Bah)
Red flag on that Drac' and that b*t*h say whoop
Red-faced car, get you whacked by a blue
Chopper straining my arm, put the strap on it too (Pew, pew)
Man, I'm not with that ’net sh*t
Wi-Fi, hop out, bullets connectin' (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Whip out that Glocky, now he confessin' (Gang)
Scope out that lil' n***a, no, I'm not guessin' (Grrah)
Double-R, pushing the set my profession
I'm EBK, I don't give a f**k what you reppin' (Bah, bah, bah)
Going to the top, n***a, I'm destined (Gang)
When I think about the G.O.A.T., I just look at my reflection (On God)
Man, I'm not with that ’net sh*t
Wi-Fi, hop out, bullets connectin' (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Whip out that Glocky, now he confessin' (Gang)
Scope out that lil’ n***a, no, I'm not guessin' (Grrah)
Double-R, pushing the set my profession
I'm EBK, I don't give a f**k what you reppin' (Bah, bah, bah)
Going to the top, n***a, I'm destined (Gang)
When I think about the G.O.A.T., I just look at my reflection (On God, gang)
Hold on, hold on, n***a, who you?
With a five on me right now, what you wanna do? (Grrah)
I can run up that bag faster than you
F**k around, add the drum mag to the Glock too (Grrah, bah, bah)
Man, these lil' n***as copy everything that I do
You hear my chain in the stu’ (On God)
I brought that pack with me when I flew
He flexing that Runtz bag, but it’s fu'
Put that boy on a plate for spreadin’ fake food (Bah, bah, bah)
My twin got a Drac' if a n***a come too (Bah)
Red flag on that Drac' and that b*t*h say whoop
Red-faced car, get you whacked by a blue
Chopper straining my arm, put the strap on it too (Pew, pew)
Man, I'm not with that ’net sh*t
Wi-Fi, hop out, bullets connectin' (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Whip out that Glocky, now he confessin' (Gang)
Scope out that lil' n***a, no, I'm not guessin' (Grrah)
Double-R, pushing the set my profession
I'm EBK, I don't give a f**k what you reppin' (Bah, bah, bah)
Going to the top, n***a, I'm destined (Gang)
When I think about the G.O.A.T., I just look at my reflection (On God)
