- Jay Gwuapo Back To Back 歌詞
- KJ Balla Jay Gwuapo
- Yeah, huh
Yeah, huh
(Fast Life)
Yeah (Huh, yeah), yeah
Know the ****in ****s, nigga (Yeah, huh)
Back to back, we gon pull up in a Wraith (Skrrt)
Put that boy in a grave
Black out the chop, put a Glock to his face
Nigga, you die any day
Hop on a jet, take a flight to LA
Yeah, these niggas know how we play
These niggas copy the wave
Double-R, she feelin like she in space
I *** * a ***** and Im puttin my mans on
Stuff em with bands when Im puttin my pants on
Came up from nothing, you know what I stand on
Yeah, Rus Balla got the thing drawn
Keep a TEC when I ride in the street, huh
I cannot die in the street, so I hop in the booth and I ride on the beat (Okay)
Got your shorty, she ridin my meat (Lets go)
Talkin hot, it could be murder today
Sturdy in the cut, get Sturdy away
Hop out, drive-bys
Wet it off and then we floodin away
Rus Balla with the action, see an opp and he be fiendin to put him away
Lil bro too small to be pickin and fightin, so he gon go grip up the K
**** the talkin, we aint hearin it
Send a verse, my niggas clearin it
We came up airin shit
**** it, though, I had to handle it
**** in her mouth, she cant handle it
I leave no space for no air in it
VVS on me iced out (Iced out)
Whenever we pull up, lights out (Lights out)
We might get to shooting, pipe down (Pipe down)
We might do your mans type wild (Uh)
Rap niggas tryna talk, get exposed
My brother gone, that shit hurt me the most
We find the killer, that boy gotta go
I put that on Sanai that we gon make a show
I keep a Glock in the Wraith (Baow)
I got your thot in the Wraith
Twenty thousand, you put that in your safe
Twenty thou on my pockets today
Corlo Capo, thats really my hitter (Thats fact)
If he shootin, I swear he wont miss him (Gllt, baow)
He just call me like, 'Bro, we gon spin him' (Okay)
So for Pop, we gon smoke us a nigga
Bout my business, aint talkin with niggas (At all)
If they play, we exposing them niggas (Fact)
Got your shorty, she rollin with niggas
And she in the back and she blowin a nigga
Pass her off, Ima catch the assist (Okay)
Ron Sturdy, he sturdy and shit
He got a clip that hold thirty in it
See an opp and he blowin that shit
Back to back, we gon pull up in a Wraith (Skrrt)
Put that boy in a grave
Black out the chop, put a Glock to his face
Nigga, you die any day
Hop on a jet, take a flight to LA
Yeah, these niggas know how we play
These niggas copy the wave
Double-R, she feelin like she in space
I **** a ***** and Im puttin my mans on
Stuff em with bands when Im puttin my pants on
Came up from nothing, you know what I stand on
Yeah, Rus Balla got the thing drawn
Keep a TEC when I ride in the street, huh
I cannot die in the street, so I hop in the booth and I ride on the beat (Okay)
Got your shorty, she ridin my meat (Lets go)
(Fast Life)
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