Testo DFA - Qrunitup
Testo della canzone DFA (Qrunitup), tratta dall'album Who Would've Thought
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
'Member I was in school,
Niggas tried to rob me
Man, these niggas be pussy,
They cannot stop me
Now I stay on my shit,
You could never prolly
R-U-N-I-T-U-P
We done hurt like many, many niggas
We done ate like many, many dinners
If you could take my bitch, keep her
I just want many, many figures
I ain't waitin' for no 2020 plate
I ain't jackin' no 2020 date
I done got like plenty, plenty hate, nigga
I ain't puttin' on 2020 weight
Don't fuck around, we don't fuck around, nigga
That's a hundred rounds, nigga
We gon' lay you down, nigga
Don't make a sound, nigga
Don't fuck around, we don't fuck around, nigga
That's a hundred rounds, nigga
We gon' lay you down, nigga
Don't make a sound, nigga
Leg shot, headshot
We ain't missin' a body,
Come kick down ya' door, yeah
Me and them sinners on hilltops
I'm sendin' the rockets
To blow down ya' door, yeah
I'm wit' them niggas wit' teardrops
If we catchin' a body,
They seen it before, yeah
I just be stackin' and watchin' the show, yeah
Bodies be droppin', my nigga, from nowhere, wait
Chubby nigga, so it's hard to double lift him
Smoke it straight out the pack-pack
Big Runtz, don't fuck around, nigga
Got it straight out the trap-trap
Who shoot shit, nigga?
Who shot what, nigga?
I ain't see shit, shit, I'm blind
That's on god, oh my God
Fuckin' wit' me, I got two Glocks,
Call 'em Ed and Eddy
And we at it, my nigga, like Tom and Jerry
And he not in the gang if he very scary
'Cause I know I'ma be so legendary
So we back out the chop' as the secondary
And we shittin' on niggas like many-many
And you makin' no money got barely any, nigga
Boy, don't be duckin' from me
I ain't lovin' no bitch, put my money in missionary
Shit, visionary, from the bottom
I know that them niggas they gonna hear me
Guns like military but we punchin' on niggas
If i smell dat they movin' funny, shit
Lil' dummy, catch him put two in his back like that nigga Ricky
Yeah, nigga, I'm movin' like Seal 6
Catch one then we back on the defense
Don't trust her, just know she be treeshin'
On God, these bitches don't be shit
Really don't need shìt, nigga
If you run up, my nigga, just know dat we uppin' one
This ain't no sticks and stones, lil' nigga, this lots of fun
Come find out, yeah, nigga, we check the hideout
Go ride 'round, see what I'm 'bout, nigga, yeah
We done hurt like many, many niggas
We done ate like many, many dinners
If you could take my bitch, keep her
I just want many, many figures
I ain't waitin' for no 2020 plate
I ain't jackin' no 2020 date
I done got like plenty, plenty hate, nigga
I ain't puttin' on 2020 weight
Don't fuck around, we don't fuck around, nigga
That's a hundred rounds, nigga
We gon' lay you down, nigga
Don't make a sound, nigga
Don't fuck around, we don't fuck around, nigga
That's a hundred rounds, nigga
We gon' lay you down, nigga
Don't make a sound, nigga
Leg shot, headshot
We ain't missin' a body, come kick down ya' door, yeah
Me and them sinners on hilltops
I'm sendin' the rockets to blow down ya' door, yeah
I'm wit' them niggas wit' teardrops
If we catchin' a body, they seen it before, yeah
I just be stackin' and watchin' the show, yeah
Bodies be droppin', my nigga, from nowhere, wait
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Writer(s): Qudir Cummings, George Bakopoulos
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