Текст BlocBoy JB – Go DJ (Lil Wayne Tribute)
Текст:
What the fuck?
What the fuck? Haha, yuh
Crip, crip, uh, uh, crip
Crip, crip, uh, uh, uh, crip
Crip, crip, uh, uh, uh, crip
Won a BET, I got my strap in the award shows
Diamonds up on Ten-Seventeen, Gucci and Pablo
Fresh in Versac-o, chine, it’s a light show
Try to take it from me, Imma stomp you like a cockroach
Gu-Gu-Gucci boots, that’s at least twelve-hunnid
Y-Y-You can’t get this shit, you ain’t making no money
You gon’ rob who? You ain’t taking nun’ from me
Gave a bit’ ’bout fifteen-hunnid’, she gon’ make that shit back for me
New Stingray, Imma speed race
San Andreas we gon’ do it, just like CJ
I got a gun but I ain’t gon’ use it, that’s a dis-play
That’s why everytime I see you, you go this way
They say that I’m broke, well I’m bringing out the racks again
They say that I’m a ho, till I pull up and I blast again
The Bloc trap oh, all this work that I be traffickin’
They took me on a boat, just to go srve some Africans
My nigga I be fre-fre-, I-I be fresh
My nigga I be fre-fre-, I-I be fresh
My nigga I be fre-fre-, I-I be fre-fre-, I-I be fre-fre-, I-I be fresh
Aye
Bank account got area codes, just like a phone number
Get your shot from area codes, call that a long jumper
I got a bay-area ho, she let me long pump her
She eat the meat, I beat the sheets, and now she in a long coma
She eat the meat, I beat the sheets, and now she in a long coma
She eat the meat, I beat the sheets, and now she in a long coma