Poydras (feat. $uicideboy$)歌詞

作曲 : Joshua Marchetta
If it's up then its' stuck hoe
Aye
If it's up then its' stuck hoe
Aye
If it's up then its' stuck hoe
Aye
Tell me hoe where yat hoe
Where yat
I just had to re-up on u hoes
I got bricks for the fix by the boat load
Ain't seen my feelings in so long
I do my thing on solo
Popping pills we gone run this shit back tho
Get you killed just for thinking that we act tho
Homicide wanna try me get ya back blown
3k for the sales so it's cut throat
On a PJ smoking on the E-way
I got zaza running thru my arteries
Catch me outside forty on leave ya eyes wide
Really u ain't seeing me
Run it up,pussy hit that relay
Double back shoot again
Press you like repiad
I been up
What it is?
Stretch em like a freeway
On the real,Ima blow a pound
Like some TNT
LA VIDA LOCA
Pouring lean in my soar
Smoking gas till she choke out
I'm smoking gas till we go up
Babygirl I'm just tryna make sure
All these diamonds on my neck like the polar
Cool mill in my account looking colder
Two tier double deck when I pour out
Pop my seal I'm a need another drink hoe
TT'D off the foam how I be Hoe
And that mac keep grip while I sleep hoe
And my net worth rolling to the beat
I just popped another pill on ecstacy
Bitch wanna top me with my feet up
Big friend for the money need the E.R
DAMN
Push a little couh,baby this ain't no fiar
Glip lone knee high pushing back ya weave
Kick on the AR like a horse knock you off ya feet
Run it up We hot!
Tell my opps stay close
I'll show how I roll
From the north to the south shore,run that shit back,tell em fill me up
If it's up then its' stuck hoe
hoe
I just had to re-up on u hoes
I got bricks for the fix by the boat load
Ain't seen my feelings in so long
I do my thing on solo
Popping pills we gone run this shit back tho
Get you killed just for thinking that we act tho
Homicide wanna try me get ya back blown
3k for the sales so it's cut throat
North side shawty wet,hit em with the womp womp
GLE Take off with your bitch
Bye HONK HONK KING KONG BIG Ding Dong
You see these dogs outside?Just know I'm upstairs going hard (Bitch Bing Bong)
Who the **** said that I done changed since I got racks
Rather me twin bed at my mom and dads recording in that shack
Say you got them WMD's,but you Iraq
Invade you like I'm bush and find out uou ain't got jack
**** that
Heres a gun,put it down,You gone clutch that
Rat tells self defense had to bust back
Why you throwing up?
Boy,where ya nuts at?
Butt back bitch I ain't tryna **** yet
No ****s left get off of my dick hoe
Bar baby pill poppa wet big moe
Wet biggalo,****ing hoes like a gigolo
Titty baby grey the color till the funeral
Quarter mill for my powder bag
I ain't flipping for a profit
I'm strung out
Pressing a gun against my eye socket
My wrist look like the night sky
Glistening the drug useage at an all time high
$uicide
Ready to die
All my patnas down to ride soon as I text em to slipe
I'm begging youll hide
Peeking out
Bending the blinds
Cocking the nine
Staring down the barrel
Youll get lead through your eye
Leaving you blind
Oddy like hammurabi
Chopping bitches bodies like my dick was a shotty In
Ain't a hobby
It's what the **** I do
I ain't playing this ****ing game of who's?WHO?
Been had the drip
But the whip us new
The whole dash is covered in blue residue
Give me all the smoke and the bad juju
Playing arenas but I ain't voodoo