MOBILE PRO - DEATH SQUAD | Текст песни

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• MOBILE PRO
• DEATH SQUAD

music’s just the product of my procrastination
aon give a fuck bout u boys tryna make it
im jaded, hold up so much weight i cannot take it
drop it then i tear the whole damn world to fucking pieces

im the young stunna but age doesnt matter right
when im walking thru the streets, aint a fuckboy left in sight
told a bitch, hop right off of my dick
cuz its lines after lines but i aint talking no splits

its spliffs out the gutter but
does that really matter
everyone’s just flexin like they felons or they important

im just sitting by the trees
hittin cid and thinking deep
waking up to something better
bitch im really fucking fed up

serious question doe do u ever think bout dying
is u serious or u trying cuz u better off not lying
imma come thru, whole crew, we dont got no curfew
guns in hand, drugs and bands, we gon fucking hurt you

land of the fallen, its haven of the lost
we dont care bout the dead all we care for is the cause
its the death squad coming up
all the people know whats up
all our names be ringing bells
all them people know its us

money be fallin like it grows on trees
wanna go nuts bitch suck on these
they all wanna floss but they got no cheese
dont even wanna flex but thats all she need

she just wanna fuck
she dont wanna leave
told a bitch mane just let me breathe

cuz these hoes is trife mane
u in da game
they on u dick like it aint a thang mane

aint a thang but a chicken wang
hoes on my dick like im mr chang
i aint playin
bitch keep you lane

fore a come thru
with that upper fade

its mobile pro
and u know it hoe
creepin thru the night on that 4 double o
when the popo be ringing thru da oss
im dippin mane no time to floss