Paroles de la chanson Type Beat par Anti Da Menace
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(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
Blaow, they don't like to talk about this shit, huh
Oh, what's-his-name got hit all in his shit
Caught a case tryna love, shouldn't've been around that bitch
Told 'em give me a couple years, I'll be a billion in this shit
I just had another son, another jit, huh
Stayin' up out the way, I'm tryna get my brothers rich, brrt
I been hearin' rumors from the opps
Sometimes I just go get mad and go and post up on they block, huh
Okay, 2023, I'm tryna put me somethin' to sleep
Plus 2022, bitch, I still was shootin' at you
Huh, disrespectful kid, you can't tell me what to do
Fast money stashed away, I'll make a dub fall out the roof
Yeah, told them boys that I was comin'
I don't really give a fuck, I'll serve a preacher on a Sunday
Got it goin', pockets stuffed, you thought the wrong nigga was bummy
Switches blowin', when I shoot this bitch, you would think six niggas gunnin'
Huh, come here, boy, left feet, right feet
Okay, 2023, I'm tryna put me somethin' to sleep
Plus 2022, bitch, I still was shootin' at you
Huh, disrespectful kid, you can't tell me what to do
Fast money stashed away, I'll make a dub fall out the roof
Yeah, told them boys that I was comin'
I don't really give a fuck, I'll serve a preacher on a Sunday
Got it goin', pockets stuffed, you thought the wrong nigga was bummy
Switches blowin', when I shoot this bitch, you would think six niggas gunnin'
Huh, come here, boy, left feet, right feet
Niggas don't even like me, huh
Ayy, that pussy boy be searchin' up my type beats
I ain't goin' to jail no more, the police just gon' have to snipe me
40 hit his stomach, leave him sick like he ate old meat
Say, my brother, yeah, we trustin' in each other
I be on that gangster shit for real, he move, then I'm gon' bust him
Brrt, drop a thousand rounds 'bout my kinfolk, it's on God
If he play, I'ma shoot through that boy window
Brrt, blow his ass, extendo
Yeah, goin' through a lot of shit, but don't nobody know, look
You ain't never shot a blick, lil' bitch, you is ho
I was thirteen when I burnt my first nigga, mama know
Ayy, that pussy boy be searchin' up my type beats
I ain't goin' to jail no more, the police just gon' have to snipe me
40 hit his stomach, leave him sick like he ate old meat
Say, my brother, yeah, we trustin' in each other
I be on that gangster shit for real, he move, then I'm gon' bust him
Brrt, drop a thousand rounds 'bout my kinfolk, it's on God
If he play, I'ma shoot through that boy window
Brrt, blow his ass, extendo
Yeah, goin' through a lot of shit, but don't nobody know, look
You ain't never shot a blick, lil' bitch, you is ho
I was thirteen when I burnt my first nigga, mama know
If you play, swear to God I'll curse, nigga, gotta go
Blaow, they don't like to talk about this shit, huh
Oh, what's-his-name got hit all in his shit
Caught a case tryna love, shouldn't've been around that bitch
Told 'em give me a couple years, I'll be a billion in this shit
I just had another son, another jit, huh
Stayin' up out the way, I'm tryna get my brothers rich, brrt
I been hearin' rumors from the opps
Sometimes I just go get mad and go and post up on they block, huh
Blaow, they don't like to talk about this shit, huh
Oh, what's-his-name got hit all in his shit
Caught a case tryna love, shouldn't've been around that bitch
Told 'em give me a couple years, I'll be a billion in this shit
I just had another son, another jit, huh
Stayin' up out the way, I'm tryna get my brothers rich, brrt
I been hearin' rumors from the opps
Sometimes I just go get mad and go and post up on they block, huh
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