lirik lagu record it – retch
they told me i lost it, i told them to suck it
rockin balenci, i po’ up in public
my n*ggas be drummin, we pull up on dumb sh*t
please don’t get shot because of n*ggas you run with
left in a audi, i came in a masi’
came with the gang, but i left with a mami
i’m gon get [?]
we not gon tweet, we gon’ order a hommie
white ggs but it look like sum lightning
lightshow outside and b*tches from diamond
gotta keep faith, gotta trust in the process
he food in the hood, in the car, in the projects
i really used to sell crack in the bando
come to the spot, b*tch you can’t bring your man tho
roll up the dodie, my n*gga like buddha
good with the .40, then we gon recruit ya
i smoke a lot, and my b*tch smokin hookah
we not gon talk about it, we just gon shoot ya
they dont want pay us? we uppin the k up
[?]
[?]
when i was locked in my cell, had a banger
i’m parked in a drop, in the car gettin ate up
i got no love for these n*ggas they traitors
f*ck all that fly sh*t, we duckin’ indictments
i hit that b*tch from behind like the heimlich
don’t repeat nothing i told you in private
i heard that new sh*t you dropped, it was garbage
they play my sh*t and they put it on rewind
skirt in the foreign, i throw up the peace sign
ride in the drop in the snow with the heat on
get to the paper, that sh*t that we be on
[this sh*t be fire?], record it
hit from the back and she throw it
i got this drink on me, po’in
i got this cash, i’m a throw it
i got this gas, i’m a blow it
flight to the a and i’m zonin
these n*ggas hating, you know it
[?] mercedes, you know it
bad lil b*tch, [?]
[?]
fill up your crib with some hot rounds
[?]
these n*ggas be f*ggots, they not with the static
go get em a oscar these n*ggas some actors
sh*t hit the fan, they be playin the victim
they gon press charges, you can’t even hit ’em
so i dont do beef with ’em, [?]
do what you want when you want when you winnin
how you gon hate me but wish you could be me?
these n*ggas worse than some b*tches, they creepy
that’s my lil boo so i put her in gigi’s
i cannot f*ck with no b*tch that be sneaky
ran up a sack and i make it look easy
i’m in the trap with the strap rockin dg
this for the streets, all my n*ggas they gettin it
play with that paper, they thought it was printed
slide in the porsche makin plays out in traffic
the fabric i dab in, the sh*t came from paris
this lil b*tch with me, the b*tch came from denmark
ain’t bout no money, dafuq am i here for?
pour’d on a plane got the drink through the airport
pulled up [?], gotta through the rear door
hol up’
i been the realest one here since the get go
that’s why my ex’s and hoes can’t let go
i got sum n*ggas gon shoot cause i said so
lil bro
i’m rockin amiri’s, and i’m rockin christian’s
[?]
toss up a perky, i’m lovin the feelin’
light up a blunt, [?] feelin
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