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Дата выпуска: 19.01.2021
Язык песни: Английский
You Finna Move Out |
Uh, yuh, you know what I’m saying |
Nigga just, uhm, nigga just gotta move out |
You know what I’m saying |
Or die or something, you know what I’m saying |
I don’t get the point of dissing really because we can just meet up |
And just have a shootout in an open field |
So like, if you ever wanted some smoke, we can just do that |
Meet up and kill each other, you know what I’m saying |
Team death match, you ain’t calling the law |
Or none of that shit, you know what I’m saying, just like that |
Pull up to this address, let’s have a shootout |
Boy you gone pop who, you better shoot now |
She wanna eat up cause I got some loot now |
Shoot through his window, you finna move out |
Glock .26, the Drac' go too loud |
32 strikes to the face, now you out |
Look at the sco', these niggas got blew out |
We shoot back in his lane, get a new route |
My uncle moved, now it’s your turn |
Shoot when we turn, don’t make no turn |
I’ll create a killer if you wanna learn |
Throw one punch if you wanna burn |
We shot first, quit capping at hoes |
Pull up where you stay and we clapping them poles |
Ran out with his bitch I be having them hoes |
I ain’t kissing I’m fucking and laughing at hoes |
I told yo bitch just give me a break |
Reach for my chain you gon' reach in the lake |
Ima just shoot him, then beat the case |
I called Top Shoota, he creeping today |
Just shot me a nigga, ain’t sleeping today |
We finna trade guns and meet em today |
Favorite opp bitch gon' eat me today |
Just call me Josh, I’ma sleep with the Drac' |
We in the trap with it, he gotta strap |
But he gon get clapped when a nigga get shot with it |
Or get slapped with it |
Clip like a date, I’m taking you out with it |
We not beefing if you on the apps with it |
Went in my bodies, it was for no reason |
I hope it ain’t up, cause I get to squeezing |
My old hoe broke, she heard I’m leaving |
Catch me a opp, shoot first, it’s easy |
Stand over and finish, I’m doing my special |
I’m not John Cena, I don’t wanna wrestle |
Before it get deep, I’ma pull out that metal |
Now he finna dance, he twist like a pretzel |
Somebody help him, we just left him |
Right in the woods, somebody gon' smell him |
Drive by with a new hammer and nail him |
Murder she wrote, pull up to his address |
Pull up to this address, let’s have a shootout |
Boy you gone pop who, you better shoot now |
She wanna eat up cause I got some loot now |
Shoot through his window, you finna move out |
Pull up to this address, let’s have a shootout |
Boy you gone pop who, you better shoot now |
She wanna eat up cause I got some loot now |
Shoot through his window, you finna move out |