Brrt
La música de Harry Fraud
Ayo, ran up in the spot, twin Glocks (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
John Gotti mask on, Matty Boy checker bars on the body bag (ah)
Strawberry SS, gauge on the back seat, lord (skrrt)
Chrome tops had 'em runnin' like a track meet (ah)
Willie crop top, you see the Desert in the Prada pants
Choppa hit three bystanders, shit outta hand (doot-doot, doot-doot, doot-doot-doot)
(Griselda by Fashion Rebels)
Ayo
Baby TEC in one hand (brrt), hangar in the other hand (whip)
Had to start whippin' up just to go to SummerSlam (ah)
Penthouse in London, you can see the Buckingham
Low got a fresh tan, that nigga should've fuckin' ran (Free Low)
Allah let my niggas (free Sly, free Kutter, whoo)
Allah let my niggas free (free my niggas)
I've seen the same thing, you, him, and me (whoo)
I've seen the same thing
Ayo, two more Roche, Folded up TEC on the Paulin sofa (brrt)
My whole style doper (woop)
Green dot comin' from the Rover, where your brains? Had to hop out (ah)
Finish the job, I'm a maniac (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Margiela numbers on the Glock, we had to scratch 'em off
I know niggas on the wreckyard reachin' for the stars
This for my four-ten-o'clock-countin' niggas
Who got to run under they bum
Allah, let my niggas free
Allah, let my niggas free
I've seen the same thing, you, him, and me
I've seen the same thing, you, him, and me (whoo!)
I've seen the same thing
The Heels Have Eyes, the Heels Have Eyes
