歌詞

Uh, Bezzle Gang (Let the BandPlay) Yeah, Bezzle Gang, bitch 5.56, that gat came with switches (Came with switches) Safe to say these niggas bitches (They bitches) We wanna slide, but he tempted (Huh?) 'Cause half these niggas out here snitches (They snitches) Fly to the co', get the bag for the cheap (Cheap) They let them go for twenty-three (Yep) They like a thousand a piece (A thousand a piece) You do the math and ain't fuckin' with me (Nope) All of my gunners, they pushin' these P's Still in the hood, nigga know where we be I never let that shit slide when its beef Collectin' these bodies, ain't payin' a fee Faceshot gang, they did it for me Moved to the A just to run from this beef Thought he was safe, pulled up where he be Little ass boy no he don't want no beef Uh-uh, you know you don't want no static Tryna act Killer gon' get you a casket All of your homies must tell you what happened Ain't nowhere you can run, this Glock automatic When they lost Lil Trus', that shit was tragic Talked to my momma, just said sound like my daddy Know when we slide in this CTS Caddy Get out of jail, you go with your pappy (Go with your dad) Don't wanna beefin' with none of you niggas (Uh-uh) Yep, already came with some killers Hang with the trappers and dealer Thirty-three shots, you would think I'm Mike Miller Ayy, these niggas cliquin' up This the first time they can't fuck with us Real slime, know we love to buck Free the problem, he don't give a fuck 5.56, that gat came with switches (Came with switches) Safe to say these niggas bitches (They bitches) We wanna slide, but he tempted (Huh?) 'Cause half these niggas out here snitches (They snitches) Fly to the co', get the bag for the cheap (Cheap) They let them go for twenty-three (Yep) They like a thousand a piece (A thousand a piece) You do the math and ain't fuckin' with me (Nope) 5.56, that gat came with switches (Came with switches) Safe to say these niggas bitches (They bitches) We wanna slide, but he tempted (Huh?) 'Cause half these niggas out here snitches (They snitches) Fly to the co', get the bag for the cheap (Cheap) They let them go for twenty-three (Yep) They like a thousand a piece (A thousand a piece) You do the math and ain't fuckin' with me (Nope)
Writer(s): Eric Anderson, Bradley Brandon, Krishon O'brien Gaines Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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