Lyrics:
Yeah, slatt slatt slatt slatt
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Shots let out from the couple
Tryna leave scene safe
When I come into with you
Make sure my lean straight
You told us we hold these truths to be self-evident
That all men and women are created equal
That they are endowed by their Creator with certain
up on these bitch boys
Niggas they be on chat
Ay, ay Bitch you know i never lack
Never eva lack
Bitch i'm always with strap
Bow bow bow
I said bitch
Your life, would you risk that?
These kids never been bad
Sixteen, run around with a big strap
Gone, how many died from the impact?
Deepest pain,
'Cause I got cheddar to get, I'ma foul and ???
With two co-defenders, drive by, Tah, and I
Said the dead don't die unless they fuck with Ja
If sellin
Beat the box
Pretty boy Floyd
Arab bitch
I don't need no oil
Jersey bitch
Yeah I hit that raw
Texas bitch
She came with toys
Told that bitch
She
(La Música de Harry Fraud)
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slangin',
of sorrow is a father being torn
Apart by the sight of his son's lying in the morgue
He mourned cause now he got to deal with the fact
That his child is
boys coming up out the dump with them straps boy ay
and what
If he ready to shoot?
We strap up shut the fuck up
And dippity do what we gotta
Who we gotta, when we gotta
It's murder murder mur murder murder
Yo blud don't get rude
Don't try take me for no boy
Yo blud don't get rude
Don't try take me for no boy
Ey blud don't get rude
Don't try take me for
revolve around that energy in every single way
Heart beating faster
Shot by the blaster
Filled with a negative sway
Climbing the grape vine
Meeting
Fuck school, stole the scales out of chemistry class (style)
And made it all come back like memory lapse (yeah)
I'm in that matte black 'Lac, strap
Strap them kids in, give 'em a lil bit of vodka
In a cherry Coke, we're goin to Oklahoma
To the family reunion for the first time in years
It's up
get blast
Drinking by the whiskey I get slashed
Told your girl she can go get in the back
Tuck that shit in, I ain't going with no strap
Ain't no hood
the boys
Leather love
Give in to the noise
Leather love
A feeling so diving
Give in to your fierce desires
Feeling up my body covered up in straps
Your
bitches
Fuck 'em then it's fuck em all (Fuck 'em)
Had my niggas locked down
So I'm screaming fuck the law (I'm riding)
Strap on, clip bent, riding in
smoked
Life trap get crossed up by them dog hoes
Like shit get masked out over dog hoes
Really doe
Bullet holes be so big
Innocent bystanders get
and get the straps
I love you, I promise you I care for you deep
'Cause when I had bronchitis you would rock me to sleep
Rub me down with green alcohol
For real
Yeah
Rentals and arab wrappers
It's a dun da dun
You know that
Huh
Huh, I'm feeling better now
Still got people in the hood, I'm trying
the depths of my machinations
Looked for some life deep in my imagination
I ain't gonna simplify lyrical homicide
This is more than some tape that was made by
Can't walk out trap w/o loading the strap
I'm rolling up Grammys but this ain't no act
Pushed up on that boy just to see how he act
That he was nervous so
to rhyme"
As soon as attempted to make a sound
I ate her up with the verb broke her down with the noun
'Cause I hate it when someone challenges with
Strap them kids in, give 'em a lil bit of vodka
In a cherry Coke, we're goin to Oklahoma
To the family reunion for the first time in years
It's up
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