Paroles de la chanson GPS par Xanman
Paroles de la chanson GPS par Xanman
(Freezy)
Internet gangster, he tryna get clout
Break down a brick like Wreck-It Ralph
Backdoor the plug, shit, wrong house
On GPS it say it's the right one
Nigga got spanked, his man tried to hype him
Keep this shit in the streets, why I gotta type him?
Three hundred in the clip like a, uh
Three hundred in the clip like a Chrysler
He said he your man, he ended up folding
Cut off the alarm, the garage door open
"Xan fell off," the fuck is you smoking?
Don't fuck with these niggas, that's how I be coping
Internet gangster, he tryna get clout
Break down a brick like Wreck-It Ralph
Backdoor the plug, shit, wrong house
On GPS it say it's the right one
Nigga got spanked, his man tried to hype him
Keep this shit in the streets, why I gotta type him?
Three hundred in the clip like a, uh
Three hundred in the clip like a Chrysler
He said he your man, he ended up folding
Cut off the alarm, the garage door open
"Xan fell off," the fuck is you smoking?
Don't fuck with these niggas, that's how I be coping
Ran it up, I got two beats from Dolan
Free car, bitch, you know that bitch stolen
Yodel-ay-he-hoo, the Glock get to yodeling
I sold your man huff, he ain't even open it
I kept that shit in the street
You can get left when we meet
I censor the Glock, bleep
Bad lil' bitch, she petite
(I'm 'bout to flood the Philippe)
Wrap it up, fold it up, wrap it up, fold it up neat
Mexican plug named Luis (I need a QP)
I'm counting up Jacksons, he
Hang out the window, whee
I got some Wock' in my pee
I get it lit, I get it wild
I got a big Glock on me now
Big four-five, nigga, we go ka-blaow
Free car, bitch, you know that bitch stolen
Yodel-ay-he-hoo, the Glock get to yodeling
I sold your man huff, he ain't even open it
I kept that shit in the street
You can get left when we meet
I censor the Glock, bleep
Bad lil' bitch, she petite
(I'm 'bout to flood the Philippe)
Wrap it up, fold it up, wrap it up, fold it up neat
Mexican plug named Luis (I need a QP)
I'm counting up Jacksons, he
Hang out the window, whee
I got some Wock' in my pee
I get it lit, I get it wild
I got a big Glock on me now
Big four-five, nigga, we go ka-blaow
I watch how you move, I'm peepin' your style
I walk in the house, give me all the loot
My OG shootin' shit like Uncle Drew
What do you take? Bitch, a W
Couldn't get your man, we gon' buck at you
Hold on, this nigga Xan crazy
It's like five of us and one of you
I don't give a fuck, it's more targets to shoot
I'm uppin' a glizzy, I'm robbing a few
Most of these niggas be bitches
Man, since lil' niggas, they ain't botherin' you
I feel like a star, bitch, I'm 'bout to shoot
Backdoor move, he think we in kahoots
Internet gangster, he tryna get clout
Break down a brick like Wreck-It Ralph
Backdoor the plug, shit, wrong house
On GPS it say it's the right one
I walk in the house, give me all the loot
My OG shootin' shit like Uncle Drew
What do you take? Bitch, a W
Couldn't get your man, we gon' buck at you
Hold on, this nigga Xan crazy
It's like five of us and one of you
I don't give a fuck, it's more targets to shoot
I'm uppin' a glizzy, I'm robbing a few
Most of these niggas be bitches
Man, since lil' niggas, they ain't botherin' you
I feel like a star, bitch, I'm 'bout to shoot
Backdoor move, he think we in kahoots
Internet gangster, he tryna get clout
Break down a brick like Wreck-It Ralph
Backdoor the plug, shit, wrong house
On GPS it say it's the right one
Nigga got spanked, his man tried to hype him
Keep this shit in the streets, why I gotta type him?
Three hundred in the clip like a, uh
Three hundred in the clip like a Chrysler
Keep this shit in the streets, why I gotta type him?
Three hundred in the clip like a, uh
Three hundred in the clip like a Chrysler
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