Testo Pull off / War - Retch feat. V Don
Testo della canzone Pull off / War (Retch feat. V Don), tratta dall'album Gone 'til Autumn
Uh, pull up in a fast whip, go fuck on a bad bitch
Young lil' bitch, I'm mad rich, straight up out the trap, bitch
Lot of my niggas clap shit, I ain't totin' cap shit
I can't hit no wack bitch, niggas wholly average
I'ma bring the check up, heard they said I'm next up
Niggas know they die if they try go against us
Niggas, they don't like us and they don't respect us
But they never do shit 'cause they scared to death, duck
Nigga, what's the vibes, though?
Tryna spend a lil' bit of money with my eyes closed
I can see you niggas movin' funny, niggas psycho
If they think they takin' somethin' from me, you would die, bro
You should see my face, ain't nothin' funny, gotta move with it
This shit so real, you think they gotta leave the room with it
And everybody say they ridin' 'til they do get hit
Now ain't nobody doin' nothin', what's the move, lil' bitch?
Somebody best be spinnin' somethin', yeah, you run your lips
You get your brother hit, we on some other shit
I cut her off and got another bitch, lil' bitch, I'm done with it
Don't even talk about no money shit, we got a ton of it
She suckin' dick, she havin' fun with it and I just roll with it
Uh, pull up in a fast whip, go fuck on a bad bitch
Young lil' bitch, I'm mad rich, straight up out the trap, bitch
Lot of my niggas clap shit, I ain't totin' cap shit
I can't hit no wack bitch, niggas wholly average
I'ma bring the check up, heard they said I'm next up
Niggas know they die if they try go against us
Niggas, they don't like us and they don't respect us
But they never do shit 'cause they scared to death, duck
Listen, I done beat cases already, I went to trial cases
Listen, ain't no secret, I don't really deal with reals, man
I don't respect no threats from nobody
Who ain't never let it go in traffic, man
Like, it's a different type, nigga
Yeah, huh, I had to cut off some niggas, huh
Cut off these leeches, these niggas is cancer
And I don't fuck with them niggas
So don't ever ask me for shit, know the answer
Don't know what's up with these niggas
With all of that talkin' shit, we not offended
We go to war with these niggas, huh
Hit up the cookout, we ain't in line up
Life not important to niggas, huh
For all of that talkin', get hit with the kinik
Can't wife no whore and lil' bitches, huh
These thotties be filthy, can't lower my standards
Designer couture my tennis
I'm still sayin' "Excuse me, lil' bitch," I got manners
He was important to get it
I ran that shit up, gave it right to my grandma
Pull up in a fast whip
Go fuck on a bad bitch
Niggas wholly average
I ain't totin' cap shit
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Writer(s): Tivon Key, Brian Onfroy Jr.
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