The Walking Dead

Fuck around around
Moving weight they say wow wow
I'm out of city hell ground
Hunting opps foxhound
Ask down the streets for my background
Asking bout you content not found

Ayee all black fit on ya face Glock click
With my homie stick poppin pills kill the snitch bitch
Fucked up my life for nothing now I'm goin broke
Badass motherfucker dead man walking on a rope
Smoking weed get so much pressure you know what I mean
Benzos and caffeine mixed with a lot of nicotine
I'm so intoxicated bitch you know I'm tired to live
I'm really sorry with myself I'm tryna forgive
Shut the fuck up we make money in the trap
She want my cock take it straight and get soaked
Fuck all the cops I got drugs in my socks
I'm ready to roast I'm the one who knocks

Fuck around around
Moving weight they say wow wow
I'm out of city hell ground
Hunting opps foxhound
Ask down the streets for my background
Asking bout you content not found

Entro nel pub con il clan e niente pack
Questo è trap work hard scivola nella cup
Fumo cookies vado in up troppa lean nella cup
Shut up quando parla stick up shut up
Crazy bitch chiama stick vuole il dick
Troppa lean voglio i rich
Nella trap niente snitch voglio il drip
Sopra il ring come ali sono il king
Fumo weed per la street niente snitch
Questo è stick quale glock e quale glick
Il mio dick si chiama stick
Shit dentro i slip metto coca metto weed
Bevo un drink rullo spliff
Fumo gas fumo weed troppa cheese troppa lean
Cade il jeans bitch chiama per il D - D

Fuck Fuck

Fuck around around
Moving weight they say wow wow
I'm out of city hell ground
Hunting opps foxhound
Ask down the streets for my background
Asking bout you content not found



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Writer(s): Antonio Cammarano
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