d. credulous calabasas şarkı sözleri
Danny on the beat
I'm on top of Calabasas with the fiends
Wait a minute we still waiting for our team
Karen’s with me and Meher’s with the beam
And well shoot on sight like Hakeem
Lucas on the beat so you know this shits fire (Fye, fye)
Blood on the shoes just messed my whole attire (Tie, tie)
You know we won't miss cuz we flyer
If you f*ck up ill take your ass out like the umpire
And we tag teamed your bitch we left cum in her
Call me monsieur bitch i ain’t amateur
Red dot on his head imma wear him like he fur
And he scared cuz I’m mad I’m so cold the sun said burr
Don’t talk to me if it ain’t about rap
Or money, imma be buried with mines that’s a fact
If you hang with me and don’t know how I came up
Don’t trust you, I’m a big dog and you just a lil’ pup
So grab your belongings and run the f*ck out
Cuz I’m a fucking tree and you’re just the sprout
I just fucked your bitch and she ended the drought
California has water now for all of the trout
The trap bumping this shit in the back
Fraud money came in I got my own sack
Went to Zara and got me a fit in all black
Jansport backpack to carry my racks
You could call me the coach cuz I make em keep track
Some shit go wrong and I hang em like plaques
Smacking some ass in the back with a ski mask
You know we is hard bro, you don’t gotta ask
I'm on top of Calabasas with the fiends
Wait a minute we still waiting for our team
Karen’s with me and Meher’s with the beam
And well shoot on sight like Hakeem
Lucas on the beat so you know this shits fire (Fye, fye)
Blood on the shoes just messed my whole attire (Tie, tie)
You know we wont miss cuz we flyer
If you f*ck up ill take your ass out like the umpire
Man this shits gonna put me on the map
People who struggled know that this shit slaps
Big Davo got my back and he don’t need the strap
Im not Six Nine, I’m real I don’t need to rat to get the bag
Motherfucker I don’t even need to brag
Motherfuckers like me have no time to slack
I don’t need to be in a gang to get your ass whacked
My dick so big that they put me in blacked
I'm on top of Calabasas with the fiends
Wait a minute we still waiting for our team
Karen’s with me and Meher’s with the beam
And well shoot on sight like Hakeem
Lucas on the beat so you know this shits fire (Fye, fye)
Blood on the shoes just messed my whole attire (Tie, tie)
You know we wont miss cuz we flyer
If you f*ck up ill take your ass out like the umpire