lirikcinta.com
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lirik lagu bad ass kid – gmo stax

Loading...

[intro]
(h*lluva made this beat, baby)

[chorus: gmo stax]
body for body, attempt for attempt, you probably scared to take a hit
b&es, hittin’ l!cks, they keep sayin’ i’m a bad*ass kid
i had to get it how i live, that hustle sh*t wasn’t makin’ sense
put this b*tch up on the toughest n*gga, watch him turn b*tch
if he survive them chopper shots, bet he won’t walk again
he survive them stomach shots, he on a sh*tbag
everybody put they hands up, where your wrist at?
everybody put they hands up, where your wrist at?

[verse 1: gmo stax]
just like ricky, in the alley where we caught his ass
and we get back gang just like doе boy
f*ck a back door, gang open the front door
i’m a jackass, they hatе how i’m pullin’ stunts on ’em
bullets fast as h*ll, they hawk you down, you can’t run from ’em
bulletproof vest, n*gga, i ain’t goin’ for it
pull down they block slow, ’cause they be runnin’ from us
i be havin’ to go slow ’cause she be runnin’ from it
i got the ball in my hands, i can’t fumble on ’em
i don’t trust these n*ggas, one up top, always clutchin’ on it
stood ten in my whites, the winter and the summer
that ain’t your b*tch, if i want her, i’ll get her from you
don’t get caught on the other side, ’cause it’s still f*ck ’em
f*cked a hundred other hoes and she still love me
all them l’s that we took, b*tch, we still goin’
chasin’ all that clout, your ass gon’ get k!lled for it
[chorus: gmo stax]
body for body, attempt for attempt, you probably scared to take a hit
b&es, hittin’ l!cks, they keep sayin’ i’m a bad*ass kid
i had to get it how i live, that hustle sh*t wasn’t makin’ sense
put this b*tch up on the toughest n*gga, watch him turn b*tch
if he survive them chopper shots, bet he won’t walk again
he survive them stomach shots, he on a sh*tbag
everybody put they hands up, where your wrist at?
everybody put they hands up, where your wrist at?

[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
caught that p*ssy n*gga lackin’, where your bl!ck at?
rub up on him with that pipe, where your wrist— hmm
i be thuggin’ in my hood right where the crips at
love to dress, twenty thousand gone just to mismatch
i just dropped a pint of clean in a dollar pop
they like how he drinkin’ act’ and that sh*t out of stock?
ran it up from makin’ crumbs, finna buy the block
hit miami, i’m with spotemgottem, we just started, uh
forty for that rubber band, yeah, i just blew the face
up that drakey, this b*tch singin’ like it’s coi leray
i make music for the robbers, been done blew the bass
in your town, got a hundred shooters movin’ through the state

[chorus: gmo stax]
body for body, attempt for attempt, you probably scared to take a hit
b&es, hittin’ l!cks, they keep sayin’ i’m a bad*ass kid
i had to get it how i live, that hustle sh*t wasn’t makin’ sense
put this b*tch up on the toughest n*gga, watch him turn b*tch
if he survive them chopper shots, bet he won’t walk again
he survive them stomach shots, he on a sh*tbag
everybody put they hands up, where your wrist at?
everybody put they hands up, where your wrist at?
[outro: gmo stax]
everybody, ayy
yeah, ah, yeah

lirik lagu lainnya :

YANG LAGI NGE-TRENDS...

Loading...