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作曲 : Tyquian Bowman/Tevin Revell
Load up the glizzy with two extensions drum with the fifty
When I up it, it ain't no missing, shoot til it's empty
Y'all must ain't heard my last song, anybody can get it
I'm on my road to them riches I ain't stressin' these *****es
Reverse the clip and spend the Benz bullets bouncin' off fitted
And y'all don't get no cool points for that accident killin'
I'm from Hitch village where niggas really clutchin' extensions and that's on crip the beef ain't squashed til somebody be missin'
Jumped off the porch cause I was broke, I got them bands now
Light up a port, **** back my pole and knock his mans down
And all that Instagram thuggin gone get you ran down
And we ain't playin round, choppers get to sprayin' rounds
And when it's up I swear it's stuck no ain't understandin'
I dropped a bag with my advance that I got from Atlantic
Jumped out with sticks and Glocks with ****s and them niggas had panic
The way that K stutter you'd think it speakin' in Spanish
Shots to the brain if he ever think about touchin' my chain
Brand new draco sound rusty but when it shoot it spit flames
Glock twenty-three extended clips call it LeBron James
Heard of Lil Tim, he OTM, when he shoot he got aim
Load up the glizzy with two extensions drum with the fifty
When I up it, it ain't no missing, shoot til it's empty
Y'all must ain't heard my last song, anybody can get it
I'm on my road to the riches I ain't stressin' these *****es
Reverse the clip and spend the Benz bullets bouncin' off fitted
And y'all don't get no cool points for that accident killin'
I'm from Hitch village with niggas really clutchin' extensions and that's on crip the beef ain't squashed til somebody be missin'
They hated on that Life Before Fame, well this the life after
Hitlist got a book of names nigga don't make the next chapter
Since you actin' like it's smoke with us **** it we handin' out cancer
He wish he never spoke on us catch him at church and murk the pastor
I'm having visions of killin' bodies bout to be missin
I'm dressin' up in black ****ies you know lil' Leaky with me
Feds say the **** is ridiculous lil' Quando run the city
Two hundreds holes in your car the news say we over did it
I drop a bag in the morning, tonight you on a stretcher
I'm ridin' round in a foreign grippin' on a she'll catcha
My youngin do it outta love but I'ma still bless 'em and if he bring me back yo head shid I'ma give 'em extra
Load up the glizzy with two extensions drum with the fifty
When I up it, it ain't no missing, shoot til it's empty
Y'all must ain't heard my last song, anybody can get it
I'm on my road to the riches I ain't stressin' these *****es
Reverse the clip and spend the Benz bullets bouncin' off fitted
And y'all don't get no cool points for that accident killin'
I'm from Hitch village with niggas really clutchin' extensions and that's on crip the beef ain't squashed' til somebody be missin'
