Testi musica canzoni

(Verse 1)

(uh yeah yeah yeah c'mon c'mon)
When ya'll niggaz run on my block
You gonna get it
And that bitch you trying to pop
I done hit it
You still trying to find my style
You gonna get lost
And those that think they could touch
Gonna get torched
Make a flow to my gun
That'll go off
I'll do a hundred in the wind
On the turnpike
All you hear is wind wind wind
That's a dirt bike
And you can put them up and shut em up
Cuz when we get it up we hit em up
Hoes ain't good enough
My fires gonna make dust
Now who the one doing the talking?
Ya'll niggaz gonna split a coffin
And you can call that fifty-fifty
Break it down to the nitty gritty
Now what you see is whatcha gonna get
That's 5'8, dead weight, tone straight, your face
Now let me see you get away
Bob and weave back
Since when a nigga breathe through his back?
Now when it come to my shit
Better leave that

C'mon C'mon

Hook: Your hoe don't wanna be mine?
Better save your daughter
Your coke compared to mine?
Is baking soda
Ya'll niggaz wanna war?
Better send your soldiers
My life is on the line
For the new world order!

(Repeat once)

(Verse 2)
Soon I'ma flow over
Like (what) like water
When niggaz be drowning
Ya'll look smaller
I don't give a fuck what they might call ya
It could Mo or Cristal
I'll pour ya
I be dealing with the hype shit
I keep a tight clip
But only thing my bullet might slip
Growing up in these here streets
Is gritty
You don't do a lot of talking
In the city
It's pat pat pat -aca