- Convertible Burt (From Road To Fast 9 Mixtape) 歌詞 Kevin Gates Tory Lanez
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- Tory Lanez Convertible Burt (From Road To Fast 9 Mixtape) 歌詞
- Kevin Gates Tory Lanez
- Hop in that ***** and I go
I cannot stress this ***** no more
50 racks came outside from the mall
Still come kick down your door
I dont got no time for no **** shit
All in the bag, little baby gon bust it
All in my hunnids, they printin out blue
And they knew as soon as I touch it
Bad joint, hop out the whip
Let a ***** up it, Ima op out the stick
Safe in the cashmere traffic
But little ***** in the backseat shoot an op out the whip
I aint finna **** shit, nay-nay, hop in that and thats that
I made em put em whole ten in her back
Used to talk real crazy to a **** *, but I made em put it back in her track
703, put the dice back down to the ground
But you know a ***** bettin on me
Broke boy, he aint got nothin on me
I hop out the whip, I stuntin on three
*****s on **** and they hoverin
Im poppin so hard, that ***** let my brother hit
Tropical water on me like Im Fiji
I used to set that shit up on a PG
I know the scammers, the trappers, the killers
Tryna cop baby Pampers and some pillows
Im with the ace, smoke, and gorilla
You see my jacket? Its ch-chinchilla
I just got back on roll, now Im iced up
Like I just got 50 outta DR
Sendin you * ***boys to the ER
They say nobody poppin *****, well we are
*****, I might land in a strip in Miami
My ***** is gonna **** me, and never gon dump me
Right out the dealer, Im seein these pictures
Girl, and I know that they never gon touch me
***** is go-happy-go-lucky
All of my *****s they dont care ducky
All of my rap fares, dont yall come around shellin that ice, my man, my Bucky
Now that Im all independent, Im out of my label
I promise play bout nothin
Aint got no label restrictions or politics, ** ***
They talk it, they playin, Ima buss it, ayy
I got that greed on my body like Piccolo
She wanna **** with a gigolo
All hittin me ho like a biggolo, ayy
Granted, I came out the dirt
Doin Aventadors, landed, I came, and I skrrt
*****, dont play on my turf
Play with this choppa, I bet this shit rain on your Earth
You wanna wifey, you said that youll give it your worth
I hit that shit, it was dirt, then I slid off in a flirt
Felt like Convertible Burt, ayy, ayy
Air Force 1s, NFL trainin
In the game with an NFL trainer
Movin pill, tracker on a trailblazer
Caught a sale, what a major bill changer
Im in the lead in a league of my own
Supplyin the peace, get a piece of me gone
Im in the streets and they ringin my phone
Surprising to me, I cant leave it alone
Im in a sports car
Roll down the window and then I unpants in a sports bar
Dont tell me you love her
Come and then stand in the streets, I got lost cause
here for your mushrooms, I take some to reach her
Iced out, leave the clip in the
Lifestyle of the rich and the famous
Closequarters in a whip and a gangster
Pipe down up in here fore I spank you
Pull up
I walk down, never slid, yeah
I got power, no pretend, yeah
Only cowards like to spend, yeah
Barbershop we for real, yeah
Grip the clippers, split a weave, yeah
Caught a clip, youre in a wheelchair
Were gonna reward his time
Party time, turn me
And Im gon walk around
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