Testo Im On Shit - EBK Lil Play & Maj4l
Testo della canzone Im On Shit (EBK Lil Play & Maj4l), tratta dall'album 21 Days In
Hey, yo J
2-1, nigga, we G-babies around this motherfucker, huh, 2-1, huh, 2-1, yeah, yeah, nigga, y'all
Don't even talk pistols, what's wrong, yeah, I'm God, I'm Josh, yeah, love
This perky got me itching in the boot
But I'm still on tip, I'm probably off a four watt
But I'm still on shit, high school, I had a girlfriend
I knocked a hoe, bitch, 30's cool on the Glocks
But I like hunnids on the cat, you know that nigga smell so bad
Seen him out and you ain't smacked
I heard he got clipped with big shit
If it was me, I would've faked the moves
I think the nigga did it
I'm tryna sell the hoe, bitch, fat nigga, chose to F and in over four, nigga, twin, geeking off his perk, blood, I dare not scratch my cross off
Get a keyboard, nigga, smoked and making log off
They call me a whore, but nothing but hoes in my car, long
I'm pipping whores, picking up a hoe, if you fall off
Look, baby if you don't pay me, then you shook, baby
The suckers almost had a nigga
Should've took Drake, this type of smoke
Big niggas wish I would fade him
The grim reaper walk upon him in a nightcap
My killer surfing through the shit but they ain't find him yet
My twin weird he sold me pod and tried to buy a bag
But fuck it up though for them bucks hoe oh you a slut though then let the slut go
But I'm still on tip I'm probably off a four watt but I'm still on shit
In high school I had a girlfriend I'm not the whore bitch
30s cool on the glocks but i like hundreds on the cat you know
That nigga smells your brother seen him out and you ain't smack I already got cool big shit
If it was me I would have faced him I'm trying to sell my whole bitch
Fat nigga told the f and over four niggas
Look, switches on all my guns, they know that play pocket
I ain't funkin' with them niggas, them niggas name droppin', white bitch, run up 10 bands
You know she play hot, I'm everywhere like the air, they know that play lockin'
I ain't playin' bout these blues, flippin' nigga low
Between walk up on me and I face his
Ass, now niggas bite the bull
And I just had like three years for runnin' in them stones
They said play was on that last skate, he wiped the niggas, nah
Where these niggas at
You better grab your strap
G-Block Stepper
We all double bad
Now get the fuck out this load if you ain't got no strap
And when y'all hear that, it's crazy
Got me inching in that girl, but I'm still on tip
I'm probably off a four-watt, but I'm still on shit
In high school, I had a girlfriend, I knocked a hoe, bitch
30's cool on the Glocks, but I like Hunnids on the cat
You know that nigga smell toad better?
Seen him out and you ain't smack
I heard he got clipped with big shit
If it was me, I would've faked the moves
I think them niggas did
I'm tryna sell the hoe, bitch
Fat nigga chose the F&N over four-nick
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Writer(s): Quaron Arnold, Jaymani Aareon Gorman, Iosua Sataua
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