Testo Threw - VonOff1700
Testo della canzone Threw (VonOff1700), tratta dall'album Threw
Lil Five Hunched, you got it, nigga
Damn Draco, you made this?
Aight, they play with you, ain't shit to talk about
Just pull up, hop out, shoot
And I don't really like to talk a lot 'cause people hate the truth
Bitch, I popped out with an M and then hopped right back in the booth
Hit this block the wrong way, we turn your Chevy to a coupe
You keep talking 'bout you did this and that, boy, who the fuck is you?
When we swung them doors, he froze and bitch ass ain't know what to do
I love this money shit, but this shit keep reminding me of Mook
Man, I really hate my opps, them niggas pussier than Boots
And I can't love no bitch at all, bitch, I'm a dog like Uncle Snoop
It's not a game, but we'll kill your ass and run with all your loot
If we catch you, I'm taking the driver gun and bounce out, shooting too
Try to guard me, I'm gon' cross a nigga up like Uncle Drew
Girl, hit the light switch, stop the gas, and now he driving like a crew
They just GG Sav and Frog, and we just poured a triple deuce
I'm in traffic with an opp ho getting more neck than a goose
I know them opp niggas want us bad, I told back in, ain't no moving loose
Take all that acting killer shit to an audition and for Zeus
I got respect, I bought a gun and put that bitch to use
Every time lil bro done pop off, they say, "R.I.P. to Juice"
They say the opps out trying to party like the army, I sent the nuke
Try to run and I'm gon' chase you down, I'm fast, I used to hoop
Dissed on the gang, now that nigga in a box dressed in a suit
The opp just dropped a song, that bitch so weak, we play that shit on mute
And if you seen the shit I seen, man, your bitch ass probably puke
A brand new track fresh off the lot, man, this bitch drive like it got Boost
Say he can't slide 'cause they not on they block, boy, that's not no excuse
Fuck BKN, but I'm locked in with Leek, we kicking shit like Bruce
I never lie, Smiley called my mama trying to call a truce
That nigga ran, but he ain't get away, we shot him out his shoe
Niggas acting like they that, but ain't get back, I know a few
They said Brodie told on bro, I can't believe it, but it's true
Say he had TK on my head and now he dead, I know he blew
The opps outside, I'm down the slide, but what 'bout you?
I got four eyes, bro, you just drive and I'm gon' shoot
Ten mil, four-five, don't play with nines, boy, that's not cute
Shots to the leg, shots to the head that nigga took
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Writer(s): Davon Meeks, Zakary Ryon Vrhel, Alijah Fowler, Christian Derrick Mcdonald
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