Testo GIANNIS (G-MIX) - TEC
Testo della canzone GIANNIS (G-MIX) (TEC), tratta dall'album GIANNIS (G-MIX)
Fucking amazing, Spider!
I'ma just keep going, fuck it
I'ma eat all of these niggas beats so my Producers can stop shit
I got acquitted for that murder, had to do time for riding
Glocks, .350s, shifters, wait for the switches, we was terrorizing
This city too blooded, too late for them to stop the firing
Them lil' niggas a big fan of that Drake, but not Champagne Papi
Who he wanted to be when he was growing Up? (Lil wanted to be Ben Law)
I killed on July 4th, I started a war with a match and a black K rocket
Backpack full of that drank, got to smell
Smoking weed in the bathroom at Southeast
Money all neat, '50s all green like the Miley With a BB
We all out on South Beach, let's keep it G
What the fuck that nation'll be without me?
Probably the same thing that BBG'll be without Fee
Like with all the name, claim me 'bout my chain, but you know how clout be
This shit an addiction, better quit
That shit you sniffing 'fore you OD
Nigga told me dude would book me for a show or hold police
And I ain't finna let no nigga put no jacket on me
You and your shit about a joke, but you ain't finna crack it on me
I ain't feeling that, niggas still ain't kill 'em yet
Give him clout like what? You gon' make a bigger rack
Mama pop that pussy, I'ma lift the ceiling back
Riding with them foolies, love my life, you niggas ain't in it, nah
I'm in the fashion, in fact, the clothes is sold out when I shop at Saks
My bitch is way too fleek, full of Addies, I'm way too geeked
You know that pussy stay so juicy, bae come put it on me
Rose gold diamond look like pink lemonade waste on the VV
Bitch know she safe with me, let it ring like AT&T
I stood on that business alone when they was ducking, Rick was sliding them
Red spiders creep in silence, three MAC-9s and them five inches
Big Lil Wop never stop popping, niggas mad 'cause they on the side bench
'Posed to break down right back trapping, treat that rap shit like a side bitch
What we doing? And I'm in a bulletproof with a Betty Boo
Her face a seven, bitch body a nine, she go to LSU
Now I make her run just like Sha'Carri Richardson
Lean in the Sierra Mist, my therapist, I love Visiting
Bitch, you in love with thug and she love dividends
Give a fuck, nigga, belt the ass 'til they get Disciplined
Pull up on YBB, that's glen, throw back, let that bitch kick in
I shot to the A with all gold Drac' on me, XK and YFN
I moved to the H, ain't no nigga play with me, X Sauce Walka and twin
Don't really want talk, ain't shit you can say to me 'less it's 'bout dead men
What up, Scoop? What up, Tutu? What up Kilo? All dead ends
Booker Cleese, they got connected to
Stretching like Redman
Lil Wop, Lil Wop, Lil Wop, Wop, Wop, yeah
That automatic talking to you like I thought I was
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Writer(s): Dalvin Sewell
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