Testo 00Pium Anthem - LL Clawz
Testo della canzone 00Pium Anthem (LL Clawz), tratta dall'album 00PIUM ANTHEM
What, what is Opium? (Homixide)
Like, what does Opium mean, like
What does it mean to you guys, like... (Woo)
Opium is a label (Homixide)
My lifestyle
It's Teen X (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
(Opium)
This a Givenchy long green coat
It's a Glock on the side of my own
Nigga play with my woe and he done
Spin the block, they ain't know what that for
No matter that shit, know I'm gettin' brackin'
.308, you know I don't panic
.308, it come with attachments
.308, you know I make it happen, yeah
Yeah, it's a Glock on the side of my own
And Givenchy long green coat
And my pants Japanese, though, yeah (Homixide, Homixide)
Uh, yeah, I come out the window, we creep
Chopper gon' put that lil' buddy to sleep
Play with my gang and you D-I-E
You know we eat beef, uh
Sliding black truck and know we four deep
Switch on that bitch and we ready to swiss-cheese
Ride with that bitch and it come with red beam
I ride in that thing
Twelve hundred horses, I'm ridin' in a Demon
Watchin' for police, we steady high-speeding
All types of choices, you know we got plenty
Percocet, Adderall, Xanny and shit
We gon' run it up, run it up, times ten
All of my niggas, it's me and Been
Homixide Gang business
All my niggas, we get it (Homixide, Homixide)
Yeah, we pop star pills on 'em
Turned the notch up, let's go (Ready)
We got the trap runnin'
That's just what it
Is
And I'm back up in this bitch
I put Rick all on my kids
I put Rick all on your bitch
I done tussin elsewhere, nigga
I done this and you ain't this
I was down bad now I'm up, lil bitch
I had to freeze my wrist (Uhh, yeah)
Finna go do it again
I want ice on ice on ice
I put ice all on my kids
I need whips on whips on whips
On the Lambo truck cocking the beans
I'm finna cut into this bitch
I wanna see which way she been (Homixide)
Yes, I got a big bankroll I finna spend
Big bankroll, all I got is damn Franks (Got a)
Big bankroll in this bitch, it cannot bend
It's the top floor, top floor bitch
You know my drip is European
No time for kids
I'm too turnt up in this bitch, man
I'm tryna get rich, yeah
Still smoking weed, that's what it is
I told that bitch she wanna leave
Then she can leave, that's what it is
I told that bitch she wanna link then we can link, that's what it is
(Nah, he's not even Teen X, fuck him)
Yeah, that's just what it is
Ayy, uh, ayy
Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy
Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah
When I was in school
I was playin' with tools, I was off of them drugs
My teacher tried to tell my mama, but she already knew what was up
When I walked in my house
I smelled just like weed and I had drank in my cup
I was broke
If you come around flexin' 'round me, I make you give that shit up
Yeah, I make you give that shit up
Yeah, run off with your shit, yeah, I'm takin' it
Got this big booty bitch and her ass so fat
When I'm in it, it's like an earthquake in it
I been servin' these fiends, yeah
They doing crack, my pops in the trap, yеah, he makin' it
I been on this codeine, yеah
That's why I'm mad, and I get high 'til I can't think and shit
Bitch down to ride, she smokin' H5
My lil' bitch down to ride, she totin' my stick
If 12 pull up, she put my drugs in her tits
Shit, I just spilled lean on my Ricks
Shit, I just spilled lean on my wrist
Shit, I got codeine in my piss
Shit, this bitch just sent the opp drop
My shooter gon' pull up, won't miss shit
That boy ain't hear no sirens from the cop
All that pussy nigga heard was blick, blick
Rolex on my wrist, it don't tick, tick
Rolex on my wrist, yeah, it's froze
These niggas weird, they scarin' the hoes
I count up that money, I get to that load
These niggas jumpin' from gang to gang just like a toad
You hang with that nigga, but we know he go
Gassin' on Twitter, but really that nigga a ho
He a bitch in real life, man, these niggas be bold
Free all my niggas, yeah, down the road
Free all my niggas locked in the pen'
I just had a threesome with some twins
When I was in school, I was gamblin'
When I was in school, I was skippin' class
When you was in school, you was makin' friends
(When I was in school, I was skippin' class
When you was in school, you was makin' friends)
(When I was in school, I was skippin' class
When you was in school, you was makin' friends)
Carti!
He's coming!
Yeaaaaah! (What)
In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb
I'm throwin' that bih' like a quarterback (What)
Standin' in the field, holdin' a bomb
Throwin' that ho like a quarterback (What, what)
Stood in the field, holdin' me a bomb
Throwin' that ho like a quarterback (What)
Standin' in the field, holdin' a bomb
Throwin' that ho like a quarterback (Duh, what)
Ice on my face, woah, bitches tryna chase, woah (What)
I ain't ever flake, woah, tell me, what it take? Woah (What, duh)
Tell me what it takes, woah, ooh, grab the duct tape, huh (What)
We not the same gang, woah, ho, I bang, bang, woah (Duh, push up)
I was in the spot yesterday with my
Pops, my grandma still play bingo (Push)
Niggas want a problem with the gang, man
I don't know why but we goin' dumb, ho' (Push up)
Shakin' my dreads in her face
This bitch a lil' vibe, put her in my Demmo (Blatt)
Fuck how they talkin'
We poppin' this shit right now, yeah, huh, huh (Push up)
Uh, I'm off the za and the Wock'
Can't feel myself, oh, yeah, yeah (Push)
Uh, she's a trendin' topic so I'm tryna pipe, oh, yeah, yeah (Push up)
Ooh, hit it one time, then I'm out
Hit it one time, then you out (Blatt)
Uh, fuck all these bitches and bops, all of these hoes are hot (Yeah)
(Opium Anthem)
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Writer(s): Ferreira Claus Leonardo
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