- Mozzy BOOL 歌詞
- Mozzy
- TraphouseRyan
Who they want?
Who they want?
Who they want?
TraphouseRyan, time *******t my ******
Hold up, ayy , you cant bool with us, no-oh
Ayy, you cant bool with us, no-oh
Hold up, you cant bool with us, no-oh
Uh, uh, you cant bool with us, no-oh
Oil in the Fanta, double digits in the blammer
Blickys over jammers, ******* I do that *******t on camera
Cookie package when Im landin, in Atlanta smokin good
On the hood I came from nothin, ******s blew up off a jugg
All my uncle nem the plug, used to bag up fifty dubs
Im addicted to these drugs, body itchin off the mud
Im out here tweakin with my thugs, ******s kill you over crumbs
Grab the cherry handkerchief, my jit fillin up a drum
****** you talkin bout it, Mozzy get it poppin in these slums
Popular with these pistols, shotters pop you up for nothin
Nookie hundreds Im just thumbin, multiplyin blue bundles
*** *** promise not to fumble, get money, remain humble
Hold up, ayy, you cant bool with us, no-oh
Ayy, you cant bool with us, no-oh
Hold up, you cant bool with us, no-oh
Uh, uh, you cant bool with us, no-oh
I be ****** ****** our way, I be grindin, thats a must
I be rollin blunts and boppin pists cause I do what I want
And I know your ******* been on my line but I will not get front
And she know that I been gettin all of my *******t from the jump
Ayy-oh-ayy-oh, take you out the hood like veggie
Make sure you roll my Backwoods fat baby
Always sippin on the lean, act good now ready
Smokin on the ****, that ayy-oh-ayy-oh
Hopin that a ******* dont get out of pocket
Before a young ****** have to go and call up Rocket
He tell me mash on it, get to pimpin and poppin
And ****** up the penthouse, we was runnin the lobby instead
Oh you ******s runnin out of your bread
Guillotine with these rappers ass, off with they head
Everybody wanna win for it but everybody act scared
Dont be hittin up my line, do you ****** with the feds?
I be sippin on drink til I flatline
Fishscale, the Benz back tied
These old rappers sound mad tired
Her ******* wet, it get baptized, whoa
Hold up, snotty, you cant bool with us, no-oh
Ayy, you cant bool with us, no-oh
Hold up, you cant bool with us, no-oh
Uh, uh, you cant bool with us, no-oh
You cant bool with us, you aint bool enough
You aint movin nothin, you aint shootin nothin
You aint toolied up
******* Im uchied up, my ******* bougie as ******, ******
She only doin Uber Vista, XL Uber truck
JP fitted, be havin Bar Town to Lenox
My video shoots be like Pyru conventions
Cant bool, aint no convincin,
You dont know bout Missys Kitchen
******s fingers wasnt twisted,
******s pistols wasnt whistlin
Never dough, you wasnt whippin
You was scared, you kept *******in
But now you want to bool to look bool, ****** you trippin
They see the diamonds glistin, they know we ****** *******
They know we got the juice, whatever we say ******s gon listen
Ts , Ps, and Bs, oh my
Come clean, we slidin on God
Twenty on his head, ****** why not
Im the ****** with the bag on 400 block
Ts, Ps, and Bs, oh my
Come clean, we slidin on God
Twenty on his head, ****** why not
Im the ****** with the bag on 400 block
Hold up, snotty, you cant bool with us, no-oh
Ayy, you cant bool with us, no-oh
Hold up, you cant bool with us, no -oh
Uh, uh, you cant bool with us, no-oh
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