Информация о песне На данной странице вы можете ознакомиться с текстом песни Recuperate, исполнителя - LUD FOE.
Дата выпуска: 31.12.2016
Возрастные ограничения: 18+
Язык песни: Английский
Recuperate |
Gang! |
Ayy, ayy |
Know it’s part two, bitch you know I’m rockin', nigga |
Get your guns up, get your funds up |
You on that opp shit, get mop stick, bitch |
Out west 290 shit, YSN young street nigga |
Ayy, gang |
Ayy, ayy |
All my niggas gangbang, fuck the other side |
Just bought a choppa, now I’m feenin' for a homicide |
Flyest nigga livin', I give bitches butterflies |
You a street nigga? Boy your ass don’t even come outside |
Get my street sweepers corners, come and pick my trash up |
Made it rain in the club, hoes pickin' cash up |
Big body, rims rub, nigga this a fast truck |
Brian Urlacher, bitch you know I got my sacks up |
Four macs in this Q7, this a Mack truck |
Big bitch do a split, drop it, bring it back up |
When we doin' shows, all the hoes, they attack us |
Yeah we ball but you fouled out, you shouldn’t have hacked up |
Tote a strap, nigga, so don’t get clapped, nigga |
I ain’t got time to box with you, I don’t wanna scrap with you |
You was sleepin' on me while you shouldn’t have took a nap nigga |
I got you and I know you want your lick back, nigga |
I’m from out west, we don’t go to kickbacks, nigga |
My gun big but it don’t got a kickback, nigga |
I rock designer, everything missmatched, nigga |
She get lost with me, I know you want your bitch back, nigga |
I’m ballin' hard, you can have her back, I’m tossin' her |
Randy Mossin' her |
Bussa nut on her and make her sister lick it off of her |
I can’t cuff that bitch, no I’m not a police officer |
Got a lot of haters but the glizzies keep them off of us |
Gucci, Louis denim, boy you still rockin' Hollister |
Hit the mall with my dawgs and we buy a lot of stuff |
If my brother shoot ya, I’ma shoot you, it’s a lot of us |
Shooter war vet 223 bullets chop you up |
He say he gettin' money but the numbers never add up |
If you say you real, what the fuck you got to act for? |
You ain’t down to kill, what the fuck you got a strap for? |
You ain’t chasin' mils, what the fuck you serving packs for? |
I fucked her and her friend, made that bitch call for backup |
You ain’t heard about that last nigga that got clapped up? |
Wanna end up like that last nigga tryna act tough? |
Addin' money to my stash house and let it stack up |
I’m ridin' with this baby choppa 'cause I’m ruthless |
Rims blow your bitch, I catch you square than a deep dish |
Get 'em straight up out that water yeah like a sea fish |
Hit your block, then we double back, that’s a remix |
I spray the K then I get ghost like I’m Casper |
Niggas broke but I ain’t, what I need a cast for? |
Don’t be stupid, boy you know what we get on your ass for |
No face, no case, what you think I got my mask for? |
I heard niggas on that hate shit |
These niggas broke, gotta face it |
I roll me up a Swisher and I face it |
My rims big, made my car look like a spaceship |
I just bought another Draco with that K clip |
I aim it at your nose, give your ass a face lift |
If you ain’t talkin' money I don’t want your conversation |
I just wanna fuck you bitch, I don’t want your relations |
Stick to that G code you don’t know your combination |
Them choppa bullets stoppin' your blood from circulatin' |
The feds tryin' stoppin' my trap from percolatin' |
But meanwhile I’m out of town recuperatin' |