Lola the Bunny like a parrot Ridin' with Lola the Bunny 'cause I got carats Ridin' with Lola the Bunny 'cause I got carats Baby, I contract the money, no matter where it is Ridin' with lola, contract the money, finna air it Someone Call Bugs Bunny tell him we finna air it I paid 3k for this scarf, I'm not a terrorist She said her man got a chain, but he don't ever wear it Got out the cage and flew right past, shit like a parrot
Ice cream sprinkles in the chain No, you can't hang if you ain't gang Bitch, stop merging, stay up in yo' lane Fuck you take the hit for if you ain't got no aim? All these niggas rockin' with the gang Glock 40. that rocket with ya chain The Jeep truck took off from the Mustang Thе fuck you take the ride for if you wеren't on a thang? The fuck you in the whip for if you ain't squeezin'? You ain't with the shits, then you should be leavin' Free all my shorties out the damn prison Loud pack bust my ear drums, I can't hear shit Pussy got that fake ice on, he embarrassed I paid 3k for this scarf, I'm not a terrorist Got out the cage and flew right past, shit like a parrot Ridin' with Lola the Bunny 'cause I got carats Told that ho' don't talk to me because I'm married She said her man got a chain, but he don't ever wear it Baby, I contract the money, no matter where it is You gon' see me pullin' up, wheels spinnin' like Ferris wheels You gon' see me sildin' by shinier, that's some tyre shine Accordin' to my watch, you can get up with me at anytime Pull up super charge, like meet me down at the finish line The shit they said when I was young, I'm older man, I get it now The bitch did went and got her face done, she think she pretty now The bitch did went and got her ass done, she think she pokin' now She got her buns out, it's hot out, she think she smokin' now Took the bitch heart and ran away, I think she broken now I got bread, I can't be loafin' now Slid the car right to your slot, it's a token now If I get caught with, won't depend on no bitch hold me down I'll shoot a nigga like "kuh", that's the Kobe sound Young nigga ridin' with a jock, they'll hold it down 'Fore you be onside of the law, you don't know us now They don't got a nigga like me, who gon' know it's them And I know they raid my fuckin' place, like I know it's him Bitch, get out my fuckin' face, if you don't know what sound Gave a bitch a blunt and a bottle, now it's going down All these bitches love fuckin' rappers, man, they going 'round Just sent the brick, dry wall, you know I tore it down Bitch, get the fuck out the trap, if you don't know what's up Strap on my M13, show my shoulder love Ate it front and back in, I don't go to clubs Baby, let the cars back in, I'm tryna show the club Hold on, niggas on some snake shit motorclub Gang gang, walked in, cooler tryna glow the club Desert eagle so big this bitch'll blow the club You think this shit a game, well phew, had to show the club Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew
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Compositores: Ernest e Jr Day (BMI), Keith Cozart (Chief Keef) (BMI)Editores: 488 Musik LLC, Warner-tamerlane Publishing Co (BMI)Administração: Warner-tamerlane Publishing Co (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #34388472 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM