1017 Freestyle Gucci Mane (Ft. BIG30, Foogiano & Pooh Shiesty)
На этой странице вы найдете полный текст песни "1017 Freestyle" от Gucci Mane (Ft. BIG30, Foogiano & Pooh Shiesty). Lyrxo предлагает вам самый полный и точный текст этой композиции без лишних отвлекающих факторов. Узнайте все куплеты и припев, чтобы лучше понять любимую песню и насладиться ею в полной мере. Идеально для фанатов и всех, кто ценит качественную музыку.
[Intro]
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It just can't be what it can’t be 'cause it's simply what I say it is (Say it is)
Bust it out the vacuum seal, you can smell this shit in Fayetteville (Smell in Fayetteville)
Black Jaguar, no Jacksonville, I don’t even know what year it is (Nope)
He didn't guard his taco, now his ground beef on his steering wheel (Brrt)
Coachin', now my niggas ballin', you can't peep what play it is (Ball)
They so full of dope, they probably don't even know what day it is (No, no)
I robbed the middleman, he probably don't even know who yay it is
Judgin' on my prize, I tote big fire, this ain’t no fire drill
Ballin’ like the Final Four, got more devils than Duke and them (Duke)
Ain't no mеan muggin’ or shoulder shruggin', see 'em, shoot at them (Shoot)
Nigga took down onе of my guys, so I want at least two of them (Two)
It's a lot of niggas still play both sides (Ayy, ayy), that’s why Gucci through with them (Let's go)
[Verse 2: Pooh Shiesty & Foogiano]
Ayy, them 7.62s shoot at him (Boom)
Don't play with Wop while Pooh with him (Ho)
Fox 13, we rep that murder gang, just ask or Google them (Huh? Mob)
Don't talk to me about your opps unless you came from shootin' at them (Foo, ho)
I'm clutchin' my bump stock in the drop top, we bumpin' who-is-him (Huh? Huh? Ho)
Pop a Perc', now I'm geeked up, guess this how them nerds feel (Huh? Huh?)
Pass my nigga a new chopper, let's work on your third kill (Foo)
Before we pull off, circle the block, see how far my serve is (Skrrt, skrrt, boom)
It's six K for a pint of Wock' if you want your syrup with the seal (Huh? Mud, mud)
That's for sure, keep that Draco in my lap, scream, "TTB", we trained to blow (Huh? Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
New Cartier hit with the Cuban link, had to switch out the rope (Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice)
Five hundred shots up in this bitch, if you play, we gon' do the most (Huh? Ho, ho)
Two baby chops hid in my coat, bitch, I'm havin' power like Ghost (What? Who?)
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It just can't be what it can’t be 'cause it's simply what I say it is (Say it is)
Bust it out the vacuum seal, you can smell this shit in Fayetteville (Smell in Fayetteville)
Black Jaguar, no Jacksonville, I don’t even know what year it is (Nope)
He didn't guard his taco, now his ground beef on his steering wheel (Brrt)
Coachin', now my niggas ballin', you can't peep what play it is (Ball)
They so full of dope, they probably don't even know what day it is (No, no)
I robbed the middleman, he probably don't even know who yay it is
Judgin' on my prize, I tote big fire, this ain’t no fire drill
Ballin’ like the Final Four, got more devils than Duke and them (Duke)
Ain't no mеan muggin’ or shoulder shruggin', see 'em, shoot at them (Shoot)
Nigga took down onе of my guys, so I want at least two of them (Two)
It's a lot of niggas still play both sides (Ayy, ayy), that’s why Gucci through with them (Let's go)
[Verse 2: Pooh Shiesty & Foogiano]
Ayy, them 7.62s shoot at him (Boom)
Don't play with Wop while Pooh with him (Ho)
Fox 13, we rep that murder gang, just ask or Google them (Huh? Mob)
Don't talk to me about your opps unless you came from shootin' at them (Foo, ho)
I'm clutchin' my bump stock in the drop top, we bumpin' who-is-him (Huh? Huh? Ho)
Pop a Perc', now I'm geeked up, guess this how them nerds feel (Huh? Huh?)
Pass my nigga a new chopper, let's work on your third kill (Foo)
Before we pull off, circle the block, see how far my serve is (Skrrt, skrrt, boom)
It's six K for a pint of Wock' if you want your syrup with the seal (Huh? Mud, mud)
That's for sure, keep that Draco in my lap, scream, "TTB", we trained to blow (Huh? Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
New Cartier hit with the Cuban link, had to switch out the rope (Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice)
Five hundred shots up in this bitch, if you play, we gon' do the most (Huh? Ho, ho)
Two baby chops hid in my coat, bitch, I'm havin' power like Ghost (What? Who?)
Комментарии (0)
Минимальная длина комментария — 50 символов.
Информация
Мы рекомендуем вам зарегистрироваться или авторизоваться, чтобы оставлять комментарии и использовать все функции сайта.
Комментариев пока нет. Вы можете быть первым!