MP5

歌詞

(I'm too far gone) (Yeah) Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai Had to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly You niggas square, divide 'em by pie Rollin' 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by Your little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie When you see me out in LA, just know I'm ballin' like Kobe I've been number one, bitch, don't need no trophy Know we crackheads, pass me the rock and I'll be ballin' like Kobe Ridin' down the 101 not no Zoey I stay stackin' with my twin for the win, Zach and Cody You niggas be hatin', Mr. Mosby Stackin' it up, on lowkey Stay stackin' up, rackin' up, triple OG Fuck stress, stay blessed, stay away from the phonies Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai Had to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly You niggas square, divide 'em by pie Rollin' 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by Your little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie When you see me out in LA, just know I'm ballin' like Kobe Light that shit up Walk in the spot, I'ma pipe shit up Them niggas hatin' my swag, them niggas so bitter I thought I told them little niggas I'm hard hitta (Takin' that shit to the heart) I thought I told you little niggas I'm gon' get up (Tell them little niggas I'm God) Press Shit, don't matter like how could you fold nigga? (How could you bitch? Oh my God) How could you let that hate sit in your soul, nigga? (How could it sit in your soul?) Shawty a demon, a real soul switcher (I'm like, how did you know?) Y'all niggas steppin' on toes Handle that shit like you grown Doin' this shit on my 'lone I got that bag on my own Fuck it, I'm in the zone Gon' say nigga I'm God Hop in that ghost, I'm ghost, I'm gone Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai Had to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly You niggas square, divide 'em by pie Rollin' 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by Your little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie When you see me out in LA, just know I'm ballin' like Kobe