392
کاور آهنگ 392 از Tory Lanez

392

The VVS Capsule۱۳۹۹۳:۰۹

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Freeband shit, Freeband shit (yeah)

Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow (grrr)

Freeband shit, man, band-counter shit, man

You know we want bags, man

Swiper, no swiping

Fire not too far from OV to 438, nigga (Yung Dza)

Hop in the Scat and I go (vroom)

Went and got Louboutins right out the store, ayy

Twenty-two ridin' with Joe (baow)

You hear a pop then that boy on the floor

I got my Glock in my lap, I'ma score

Lil' mama thick, I met her on the pole

Told all my niggas y'all better not fold

If anything, I'ma go and get the pole (grrr)

Yeah, I'm a shooter, but don't gotta shoot it (grrr)

I pay my lil' hitta to pull up and do it

Swear that's your ass if we get into it

I got lil' niggas ready to chew it

I got pieces, I'm ready, I'm swipey

You hollerin' 'bout action, so stop all that typin', ayy

I ain't got time for no tussle

I'ma just pull up and pop me a muscle

After I copped it, I bought me a duffel (Zyoom)

392, it take off like a shuttle

Needed some paper, told my niggas huddle up

Bitch, I'd be broke if I wanted to cuddle (Hell nah)

Wrist is G water, new pack, place your order

If you send a bitch to come shop, I'ma short her

Ayy, I'ma spin your block like a CD

Got about twenty missed calls from a BD (Hold on)

Gotta pay a lawyer, can't rock with no PD

Told that nigga take it to the door and make it speedy (Real fast)

Pussy niggas tryna call the truce like a treaty

Made about fifty-five bands off TD

Say he gon' rob me, ha, try, pussy

Fam (Blaow), he dyin', huh

Bake 'em (Fft), deep fry 'em (Psst, Yung Dza)

Go on, I'm slidin'

I gotta be up for the pick up

If I miss the drop time, I'ma go and stick up, ayy

'Cause I gotta go and get it

Crack's comin', gotta go and hit it, ayy

I gotta go and hit it, ayy

I gotta go and hit it, ayy

Yeah, ayy, yeah (Ayy, okay)

Soon as that Glock lock, hit him

I hit his block and I bend it, shots extended

Talkin' too hot, I'ma spin it

Flew to the jeweler, bought a quarter mill' watch independent

Shots keep flyin, who spinnin'?

Ain't nobody seen who did it

Trap house need new tenants

Hop in that Scat and they shootin' for Kenny like he a lieutenant

All of my opps I'm shootin'

That choppa be talkin' in fluent

Don't talk, I do it

Choppa erase his face

They had to cool it and close the casket at his viewin', mm, damn

Niggas be tellin', I knew it

Brand new bitch fell in, I flew it

Blew twenty racks in the club but a nigga so

Rich that you niggas can't tell that I blew it, ayy

I'm slidin' in a Infinity

I just go skrrt and I skid in it

I don't give a fuck what bitch in it

I don't trust you if you fidgety

Hit the gas, cruise to infinity

Know I got opps that'll try

Know a nigga 'bout to drop with the

Car, so I gotta keep switchin' it, ayy

If I go to jail, I fuck the CO

Piss real dirty, fuck the PO

Down to the kilo, uh

Had a nigga play with my backend

Big yoppa that'll chop a nigga back in

Pink 30 and the MAC-10

That's lights, no camera but the action

Homie I go to mail with this

Been a thug since me and Kellz was jits

He was steppin' out the cell with drip

And all my niggas out of jail are rich

It's poppin'