- 8father Loot 歌詞
- DIRTYXAN 8father
- Uh, chasin' a sack
Look...
Walk I'm chasin' a check
Diamonds cover my neck
That's why rappers upset
Hisby stay on my left
I can see me and her
Cause she chasing my check
Hit the door, but bae first
Shorty give me that neck
**** all the people that didn't believe
* *** all the people ain't see this in me
I don't do fake shit, I be what I be
I go off the truth, and I see what I see
Rari, the coupe, to show them that I did it
Every scene I pull up on, I'm fitted
Shorty in love, and she want me to hit it
I don't do love, heart as cold as the winter
Where I will go? No way Ima know
Where I will go? No way Ima know
Where I will go? No way Ima know
Where I will go? No way Ima know
When it's all said and done who the hottest?
See me in the cut, I'm the fliest
I don't drink, cause that shit make me tired
We can't have a vibe, you're a liar
I ain't ****ing with the lames, I'm a lion
They be acting up, and I ain't for it
Gotta do my part, in the rawest
It's the lotto, got a hundred for the baddest
I'm the real, got the piece with the beam on it
All these boys need the lean, they be feenin on it
Got the black AF1s with the crease on it
I'm a beast, take the gas put some diesel on it
Heard they hard, I don't doubt, I ain't speaking on it
I know ice be the hardest, till some heat on it
Heard the buckets coming in, we gon' lean on it
They been slipping on the throne, we been creeping on it
Like that
Ima snap on' em
I got kirk on the beat, he gon slide on em
Julie coming with the heat, she a problem for' em
Lil NoMxnE, he a beast, ain't no stopping for' em
I, drop bars on the dime for' em
Nigga, you can keep your thoughts
Here's a penny for' em
Ima put my city on, I ain't waiting on' em
I can't even drop a tear, I ain't feeling for' em
Man, I feel like Al Pacino
Ima hit' em with the deep stroke
Ballin' when the game is on the line, like a free throw
Head game, Don, said the word then she go
Pull up with the strap, now he wanna be a hero
Big coupe, got no roof
Smoking on gorilla glue
Why you lying? What's the truth?
*** * boy, I can't rock with you
If I like it, I cop it
If I don't like it, I drop it
If he be talking, I drop' em
Boy, you ain't popping so stop it
I go retarded, she likes it
So when I'm balling, be quiet
You cannot vibe with the lions
I cannot vibe with a liar
Lil' bitch, I'm moving this product
So I can never be tired
And now she hitting my phone, saying she wanna retire
Like, what you mean?
You rock with me, we only vibe like Hennessy
I crack down the block with the 40'
Beam on my hand, but it's light, call it Dorothy
Counting out the racks, but I'm low key
Moving through the city, like a ghost on the morphine
Hit' em with the bezel of the Rolly
Make' em take a seat he ain't with me, he a phony
I ain' t tripping cause I been a goldie
Chosen for the game, I was suited for the pro league
I'm ballin like Bronny, the lottery calling
I'm in the game and I'm feeling like Kobe
24 shots, I pull up ain't no missing
Married the game, it can't ever divorce me
Championship rings, I got 5 but I'm low key
I see' em trying, but damn it's atrocious
I put the team in position for trophies
Godly, the Garden been running up trophies
Walk I'm chasin' a check
Diamonds cover my neck
That's why rappers upset
Hisby stay on my left
I can see me and her
Cause she chasing my check
Hit the door, but bae first
Shorty give me that neck
**** all the people that didn' t believe
**** all the people ain't see this in me
I don't do fake shit, I be what I be
I go off the truth, and I see what I see
Rari, the coupe, to show them that I did it
Every scene I pull up on, I'm fitted
Shorty in love, and she want me to hit it
I don't do love, heart as cold as the winter
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