Testo Boulevard - Python the Biggshot feat. Gambino
Testo della canzone Boulevard (Python the Biggshot feat. Gambino), tratta dall'album Money on My Mind
Big Shot
Riding through with my whole damn clique
That's right, take a picture trick
Still out here up in the mix
D-Boyz, yeah, we ghetto rich
OG Kush in my cigar
Blowing out clouds on the boulevard
Stolen gas from that credit card
Vatos know my entourage
Still ride dirty, we out the bar
Spit pain game till her panties fall
Squabbing the street, win, lose or draw
Trap all day like fuck the law
Smashing by in an all black caddy
All matte the window, throwing up SoCali
Gone off lean, yeah, I'm feeling drowsy
Extra clips if you acting rowdy
In the parking lot on them 22's
Gang apparel and brand new shoes
On them boulevard and them avenues
Might be speeding by on a late night cruise
Snapbacks and tattoos
Gin and juice and Grey Goose
She's hanging out that sunroof
Smoke coming out that moonroof
On the boulevard in that new car
Breaking laws with my entourage
Spitting game to these bad broads
Got a gun on me, I bet pop off
We on the boulevard in that new car
Breaking laws with my entourage
Spitting game to these bad broads
Got a gun on me, I bet pop off
Riding around with that strap on me
40 Cal in my lap, homie
Got a bad bitch always ride with me
Rule number one when you ride with D
2015 With the paper plates
Game hella cold, don't playa hate
When you see a gangster, congratulate
Anything less I'll be in your face
My boy Syd Nick with the hand cannon
Python the Big Shots really trapping
You rappers be yapping and bumping your lips
You really don't be pimping hoes
I go hard on a bitch in the middle of
Winter wearing nothing but pantyhose
I'm stacking my chips, go get my money
Upgrade the whip to a new Humvee
Thirty inch wheels with the candy paint
With four bad bitches, what the fuck you think?
I'm riding dirty but I'm also clean
Got a rider chick that's way too mean
You know the type, put your head in the vice
Apply the pressure, feel it squeeze
Thirty two shots in my magazine
M14 with the infrared beam
On the boulevard in that new car
Breaking laws with my entourage
Spitting game to these bad broads
Got a gun on me, I bet pop off
We on the boulevard in that new car
Breaking laws with my entourage
Spitting game to these bad broads
Got a gun on me, I bet pop off
You can catch me on the B-L-V-D dipping
Eastsider with my Southsiders out here money getting
If you all about this hustle then you know that my team with it
We from hell, home of the bell
Loaded up, spit shells if you tripping
Breaking laws while we serving them up
Day and night from right to left
Homie, I stay paid cause my connect keep me on deck
I got ammo with your name on them loaded up
Got money growing on trees so go and roll it up
We on the booly in that luxury state limo tinted
Hit four combos, not money, homie, I ain't with it
A call from Bundy's all it takes to make shit go down
If they ain't know by Pimp Rolla they gon' know now
On the boulevard in that new car
Breaking laws with my entourage
Spitting game to these bad broads
Got a gun on me, I bet pop off
We on the boulevard in that new car
Breaking laws with my entourage
Spitting game to these bad broads
Got a gun on me, I bet pop off
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Writer(s): Lazonate Franklin, Writers Unknown
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