They're mad (feat. TeddyBoy LMG)
Yeah, she told me the truth
Love stories shit ain't for you
Back on all you've said to me
If i had it once, you too
Tell me how to do this shit
From the basement's couch to this crib
Couple diamonds are shining on me
I had nothing, then i did
They're mad 'cause i'm sipping
They're mad 'cause i'm dribbling
I got money always spinning
They'd wait until i rip in
Baby i'm flipping it, i'm ripping the bag
Only blue hundred racks (Yeah)
Do we need to talk while i'm doing them packs?
Chill baby, I'll be back soon
Bitches talking, acting so cool
Brainstorming like a typhoon
Bart simpson freezer golden blue
We stick up, we're fresh glue
Human being sometimes is so dumb
Fuck the nigga who ain't tried at all
Respect to homies who's always hardworking
'Cause they're the homies that i'm fighting for
I'm passing it, passionate
Inside the G-wagon, nigga i'm the passenger (Mmh)
Riding that radar back
Parachuters shooting pac
In the corner where y'all sitting at
Hundred bands, forty-class
Niggas out snitching for a couple racks
Brand new coupe round my neck
And another shawty looking at me when i close the bag
Copy that, i'm cocky bro
Niggas falling all besides my block
Fuck the haters, rip to Pop Smoke
If you're fucking with me, you going to see the glock
I got it! four more
Every night i'm doing my plug
Vamos a hacerlo, hundred niggas
Pay with condolence as a gang
In my area we don't drink
We know how it's rock still, huh
You know how it's this skills, huh
I've been selling Cocaina, huh
Ando con los mios, puesto pa' los lios
No hay uno que venga y me pise
Demasiadas cicatrizes
Yo nunca te tuve, y siempre te quise
Dime porque yo no tuve esa opcion de poder elegir
Si luego de todo me toco a mi, you know what it means?
I'm el rey de la street, bitch. Ni pincho ni corto, ni pincho ni corto
No ando con palomos, no ando con palomos
Las putas me escuchan, Bitch
Me regalan su coño, Bitch
Estoy en la calle, woo
Yo estoy en el trono, rah
Perdoname madre, lo siento por todo... Brrr
Yeah
Yeah, she told me the truth
Love stories shit ain't for you
Back on all you've said to me
If i had it once, you too
Tell me how to do this shit
From the basement's couch to this crib
Couple diamonds are shining on me
I had nothing, then i did
Yeah, she told me the truth
Love stories shit ain't for you
Back on all you've said to me
If i had it once, you too
Tell me how to do this shit
From the basement's couch to this crib
Couple diamonds are shining on me
I had nothing, then i did
Love stories shit ain't for you
Back on all you've said to me
If i had it once, you too
Tell me how to do this shit
From the basement's couch to this crib
Couple diamonds are shining on me
I had nothing, then i did
They're mad 'cause i'm sipping
They're mad 'cause i'm dribbling
I got money always spinning
They'd wait until i rip in
Baby i'm flipping it, i'm ripping the bag
Only blue hundred racks (Yeah)
Do we need to talk while i'm doing them packs?
Chill baby, I'll be back soon
Bitches talking, acting so cool
Brainstorming like a typhoon
Bart simpson freezer golden blue
We stick up, we're fresh glue
Human being sometimes is so dumb
Fuck the nigga who ain't tried at all
Respect to homies who's always hardworking
'Cause they're the homies that i'm fighting for
I'm passing it, passionate
Inside the G-wagon, nigga i'm the passenger (Mmh)
Riding that radar back
Parachuters shooting pac
In the corner where y'all sitting at
Hundred bands, forty-class
Niggas out snitching for a couple racks
Brand new coupe round my neck
And another shawty looking at me when i close the bag
Copy that, i'm cocky bro
Niggas falling all besides my block
Fuck the haters, rip to Pop Smoke
If you're fucking with me, you going to see the glock
I got it! four more
Every night i'm doing my plug
Vamos a hacerlo, hundred niggas
Pay with condolence as a gang
In my area we don't drink
We know how it's rock still, huh
You know how it's this skills, huh
I've been selling Cocaina, huh
Ando con los mios, puesto pa' los lios
No hay uno que venga y me pise
Demasiadas cicatrizes
Yo nunca te tuve, y siempre te quise
Dime porque yo no tuve esa opcion de poder elegir
Si luego de todo me toco a mi, you know what it means?
I'm el rey de la street, bitch. Ni pincho ni corto, ni pincho ni corto
No ando con palomos, no ando con palomos
Las putas me escuchan, Bitch
Me regalan su coño, Bitch
Estoy en la calle, woo
Yo estoy en el trono, rah
Perdoname madre, lo siento por todo... Brrr
Yeah
Yeah, she told me the truth
Love stories shit ain't for you
Back on all you've said to me
If i had it once, you too
Tell me how to do this shit
From the basement's couch to this crib
Couple diamonds are shining on me
I had nothing, then i did
Yeah, she told me the truth
Love stories shit ain't for you
Back on all you've said to me
If i had it once, you too
Tell me how to do this shit
From the basement's couch to this crib
Couple diamonds are shining on me
I had nothing, then i did
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Writer(s): Ismael Dafir
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