ROLLIN N CONTROLLIN FREESTYLE

歌詞

Grrt, pow-pow-pow-pow Yeah, y'all know the vibes It's that six times ten shit Neighbors don't need no favors Them ends don't need no friends Get me? Look (CP did it baby) Huh, look, look Listen I walk in the spot, thirty on me and some chops All my niggas really rock, roll, control Shout my 'Layos, you know how my niggas move But I ain't movin', I'm rollin' and I'm shootin' I said, "Baby, it's crazy," hahahahaha I be really wit' them killin' niggas and them drillin' niggas and we back In the Floss, get you offed I don't do this too much, I just talk that talk Gimme talk back too, what's the word? What y'all wanna do? Empty out the clip, I'm wit' the Crips, neighborhood shit All of my niggas, they on shit, I ain't gotta be on, bitch Hol' on, I be so gone Call up that boy YJ grippin' on the tool He gon' break the rules, boy, you a fool, you a fool I said, "Mad Max, he a demon, he lеt llamas fly" Soso, one call, that boy built for homicide I am war ready, stay steady, don't gotta say too much I was in the pen' wit' a couple killer niggas and I stay tooled up I could get you shot, get you packed up, huh, that's on the sеt I ain't gotta say too much, and I just let that bitch, let that bitch off Stupid nigga, what you talking for? I am really in these streets, and I won't say no more Hol' on, shake it, huh, just, I said, "Just shake it" All this money that I'm makin', bad bitches and they cakin' Ass fat, huh, heard that bad bitch was Jamaican Put her in her place, put it in her face, hol' on She was so wet, haha, grabbed on the TEC Now I gotta lift a nigga up, leave his brother upset Heard that lil' nigga tellin', huh, I'm a felon But I ain't even gonna act like I'm playin' wit' a nigga, I'ma get em Rr, I'm nasty, bad bitches and they classy, they ain't trashy Ask me, anything you really want I'ma let em up, I'ma go dumb, huh I do this shit for fun Tell 'em niggas, "Check in with me 'cause I keep a gun" Huh? You can not play, .38, let it spray That nine milli', thirty clip, let 'em This is all I gotta say, I do it all for the gang Me and you is not the same, stay in your place Boy, you a lame, I'll carry the tool And I'm still on the Fifth, wit' an eighth Woo, woo, woo Grrt, pow-pow-pow-pow