H 3 N 7 V I B O ¥ 2 - W A V E | Текст песни

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• H 3 N 7 V I B O ¥ 2
• W A V E

Balling
Peace Blood, peace almighty
We all thugs and we run the streets nightly
And get my lawyer, why
Cause I ain't copping out
And I fuck with b-boys who bring the choppers out
One shot of that'll have the boys bring the coppers out
And we balling, foreign toys is what we hopping out
My feary side, where we ride
And we all fly high in the Lear G5s
So twist your fingers up and bang motherfucker bang
Get your money up, this cane is what we fucking slang
And 9 trey is what I fucking claim
It's Dipset Cap, the Don of the Byrdgang

Yeah rolling with two grips
Glock holding on the hip rolling with two clips
Got two tiny locos ready to take trips
Shake and make trips high stakes to take grips
But they know what's cracking cuz cause as we huddle
They hold cards down nigga like spades and pinochle
West coast gang bang, riders erasing em
Got funny niggas raising up and riders replacing em, cuz

They call the D-O-Dub, wasn't really tripping cause
Twenty-one, twenty Crips and all of us is cripping cuz
We from a different street all got that different heat
But when we move the Macs for Game we on the same beat
So if you fuck with Blood then you fuck with us
And we ain't busting duds cause we busting slugs
We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up
And if you from the West Coast, my nigga, W-w-w-w-westside

You knowing my attitude shitty only a buck fifty
So I keep the Smitty's with me shit how many with me
What you scared, I'm prepared in the mall and all
With two two's you can call me Quick Draw McGraw
Bitch I'mma cut that fool, better call the law
I start spraying make fuck nigga fall and crawl
I press play like Puff, no pause at all
Chopping holes in all the walls that's all they saw