Testo BACARDI - 2KJ feat. Lil Mabu, Sha Gz, BBG Steppaa, JayBucks, T Dot, B-Lovee, TaTa, Jenn Carter, Dougie B & Doodie Lo
Testo della canzone BACARDI (2KJ feat. Lil Mabu, Sha Gz, BBG Steppaa, JayBucks, T Dot, B-Lovee, TaTa, Jenn Carter, Dougie B & Doodie Lo), tratta dall'album BACARDI
I ain't even trying to get lit I heard ops in the party
We sipping on wock, we sipping on Henny, we sipping Bacardi
She trying to make her whole body fake I call that little hoe my Barbie
I don't apologize to these bitches, I don't even have know how to say sorry
Why they hate on my name this rap shit only a hobby
We got like 40k in a duffle back in the lobby
He said the Glock was new I'ma season that shit no parsley
If I had to pick a favorite it's probably my purple Ferrari
If I pull up I'm rocking chrome
They scared around us trying to cover they dome
I'm making four a day on any phone
Why the hell you flexing fake V-Lone
You know it's Yodie gang if I light up a spliff I'm faded then a hoe
I'm rocking my newer chain
Try snatching this shit and your body gone hit the floor
Smoking on purple rain from my foreign plug said he got to stay in doors
You said it's on Saturday? Shit I can't make it I think Rolling Loud the next morning
This rap shit easy I hop in the stu when I'm bored
I told brodie pour me up a four
Then I told your hoe to go and close the door
I never been afraid of shit talking but I bark back and they try to ignore
He said he trying to go to war?
Annoying as shit, I don't entertain ya'll anymore
How you dressed like that when I'm pulling up in all LV
Breaking Bad bro cook in a little RV
Momma gone see me on all TVs
Told her "Trust me momma it's all gone be me"
I ain't the type to be sipping on tea
I'm the type to get you caught in the streets
I'm the type to get you smoked for the free
On your bitches phone double tapping the screen
It's green my money and all my gas
She's fast two hundred on the dash
She hit me up, "I want a bigger ass"
Ok the doc will make it fat
Puff puff puff, get your own shit I ain't finna pass
At the bank with a hundred fifty racks
Just a Louie duffle bag, no mask
Prada with Amiri, mismatch
Pop percs like candy, TicTacs
Glock got potato, no mash
Wait I'm number one, I missed that
Credible always my right hand man, got pixie dust from Neverland
If there's a problem I'm hitting up Cam, that's free smoke he don't give a damn
I ain't going to keep playing around I got shit that I need to attend
Two thousand and sixteen couldn't drive me a Benz now I could buy me like ten
I ain't even trying to get lit I heard ops in the party
We sipping on wock, we sipping on Henny, we sipping Bacardi
She trying to make her whole body fake I call that little hoe my Barbie
I don't apologize to these bitches, I don't even have know how to say sorry
Why they hate on my name this rap shit only a hobby
We got like forty k in a duffle back in the lobby
He said the Glock was new I'ma season that shit no parsley
If I had to pick a favorite it's probably my purple Ferrari
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Writer(s): Joshua Arnold
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