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lirik lagu intro – slimesito & dolan beats

[intro]
(this is a dolan beats production)
yeah
fifty
this what they been waiting on man
sito, sito, sito

[verse]
i hop on the flight and i’m first class
you tryna cop a plea but you know it’s no white flags
glock 43, two tone, yeah you know it’s compact
ar*15 on me and you know that sh*t all black
i chase the money cuz i’m not with the chit*chat
you f*ck with the gang then you gon hear, cl!ck*clack
i’m not politicking, i’m chasing the big racks
i’m shooting with the stick and that sh*t got impact
yeah, designer dripping and i mix match
i’m shooting with the stick and that sh*t got kickback
the b*tch that you been bragging about, i hit that
might run up in yo spot, your folks gon get kidnapped
you toting them hi*points, n*gga we don’t do that
now everybody in my entourage got clean straps
swinging them sticks, i turn my hood into iraq
we taking them shots on the cam like kodak
we chasing these racks, man we gon expose that
fell out with your b*tch, you tryna get your hoe back
yeah, got some n*ggas banging [?]
we shoot the scene up now you riding four flats
my chiraq partner rolling off of four flats
i keep a compact choppa in my bookbag
i shot four times now he got the sh*t bag
i’m f*cking yo baby momma off the sand tan
i’m popping them perc tens, i don’t pop xans
we waving them straps around with that glock out
got ten bands in my pockets, i got thigh pads
my side b*tch came from asia, she from thailand
i moved him into town, i turned him to a wiseman
ain’t talking about [?] i turned you to a blind man
i heard you got engaged, you better get your wife man
i keep the 5*7, i ain’t scared of no man
i’m f*cking yo b*tch n*gga, she a big fan
i took his ass off, robbed his ass for ten bands
got contract shooters, surrounded by them hitman
yall n*ggas ain’t got no heart like a tinman
we spinning that opp block like a ceiling fan
my heart so cold, i don’t got no feelings man
got back to back whips pulling up in caravans
got low down shooters with me, they from maryland
i got tattoos on my face, it got them staring
she tryna f*ck on me just cuz my appearance
i’m hopping out foreigns, now i’m in mclaren’s
i’m stepping on bricks, i’m trapping like my parents
i stay strapped up, there’s nothing that i’m sparing
i’m d*gg*ng these b*tches, i don’t ever care em
i stay on point, you know i stay preparing
i only fear god, it’s nothing that i’m fearing
i’m having them cheap prices off of clearance
i’m passing your b*tch off you know that i’m sharing
got 24k on my ring no marriage
i’m walking with bombs on me like a terrorist
i’m catching them plays outside like a ferret
i got a french b*tch and that hoe from paris
these vvs came from woffy not from jared
ain’t talking about guap then i ain’t tryna hear it
they pulling up in a demon, who the f*ck they scaring
if i got a big body then you know i’m spraying
that red dot sight helping with my aiming
i’m getting money, i don’t care about being famous
these broke ass n*ggas always be complaining
my plug on point that n*gga panamanian
he don’t speak english, he be speaking spanish
my n*ggas push work, n*gga like they training
them face shots hitting n*ggas, leave em brainless
they got el jefe under investigation
they telling them stories and interrogation
we f*cking your b*tch, she stay up in rotation
i’m using your b*tch just for transportation
that stick vs me, i feel like roger bailey
i did 23 hours up in isolation
got gang act just cuz my affiliation
[outro]
yeah man
yall n*ggas know how the f*ck i’m rocking man
out on bond sh*t n*gga, yeah
free gwaluh n*gga
yeah, i’m out on three bonds n*gga
just went on a motherf*cking jail tour
shout out my n*gga dolan man
yeah, you know we back to back n*gga
aye, foreign whips all that sh*t
fifty
they ain’t wanna let me out
aye
(this is a dolan beats production)

- slimesito dolan beats

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