e4n qj dont trip (feat. j9 swervo) şarkı sözleri

It's quincho nigga, the one who going let that stick blow Uh Uh Shit I hang around Scammers, finessers And trappers and rappers Got the za for the low ain't taxing Niggas wanna speak on my mans, so we spin they block They not outside what the f*ck happened How you wanna hop on the net and claim we ain't do that shit bitch stop all that capping I cannot wait till I catch that one nigga like stop all that lacking I just spent a band on my whole fit Every jordan come out, I stay buying new kicks I got a glock with a beam on the bottom No point of you ducking cause I won't miss I'm having money coming in left to right anything she want, I bet that she get And don't be dumb trying come on this block, cause we chasing you down boy you better not trip And you better not And you better not trip Run down gang don't need no assist They calling me curry cause I'm clutching thirty I'm the type to put thirty holes all in your whip And I'm riding with fats, got glocks in the back And you know when we slide, you know he won't miss Better watch how you act or watch how you talk cause I don't give a f*ck Put a hole in your shit Ran it up from nothing, I was broke last year had to find something I was down on my dick ain't ask for nothing Hitting plays all day my phone keep on buzzing Ah Slide for repercussion When nardo had died I couldn't sleep for nothing We gonna slide on they block ima keep on busting They don't like how I'm living but I keep on thugging And I got the best aim better hope you got luck And them bullets so fast, so how you going duck And that one bitch keep talking shit on twitter can't wait till I catch her, she getting put in the trunk And we keep on spinning y'all block but y'all never outside If y'all really bout it better pull up And ima keep spinning and spinning And spinning and spinning And spinning I just don't give a f*ck And I'm throwing gang signs in the three four If she bad ima put a leash on her And he want a bag so push the ps on him He moving to had to keep it g on him And no I ain't playing I'm steady just chasing these bands These bitches getting bust out the pants This shit like a movie they keep on getting new shooters, I told them my youngins advanced We come from bottom we come from the lowest She get wet then I'm pushing up on it When I'm in it I'm performing You know I'm the one can't be checking up on me You said you was with me I knew it was fake Two deep they spin then you better be on it And no I ain't bragging bitch I'm really having I be spending my last on fashion I be geeking to bring out the ratchet Know I'm the one I ain't trying be bragging We moving cautious cause they trying off us I can brag out that bag for a starter I can make one of you niggas a target I took a l but I'm young and I'm charged We upping the score and we needing some more freak bitch and I told her perform Bragging bout shit y'all ain't do, shit ain't nothing new No home depot we got all the tools Don't think it's sweet when I run into you Me and the bro's we worried about money Wiping your nose if you thinking it's runny Bang at his feet he hop like a bunny Freak opp bitch trying f*ck all of sudden Try line me it's going get ugly, she feining for nine put the dick in her tummy Me trock and quincho been thugging Lil niggas turning nothing to something We was outside it was cold on the block, ain't have no money just had a plan Couple years later now we got bands Ah Let's talk about opps they ain't on shit They know where to find us we stay on our strip I was just chilling I'm back on my shit That's yo I'm that yota Flip that bitch Better stay in the house where it's safe, cause I got a bitch that can bake you a cake Stay down and I studied the game Remember the days had to bop in the rain One wrong move you get put on a chain You know how I'm coming my gang or no gang Ah You know how I'm coming my gang or no gang You know how I'm coming my gang or no gang Ah Shit I hang around Scammers, finessers And trappers and rappers Got the za for the low ain't taxing Niggas wanna speak on my mans, so we spin they block They not outside what the f*ck happened How you wanna hop on the net and claim we ain't do that shit bitch stop all that capping I cannot wait till I catch that one nigga like stop all that lacking I just spent a band on my whole fit Every jordan come out, I stay buying new kicks I got a glock with a beam on the bottom No point of you ducking cause I won't miss I'm having money coming in left to right anything she want, I bet that she get And don't be dumb trying come on this block, cause we chasing you down boy you better not trip
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