Shirtoff Letras
[Intro]
Uh, uh
We the ones that's really poppin' out with Dracos and these F&Ns
And I call my shooter up and he gon' wet him in
Yeah, ain't duckin' law, we duckin', nig—
[Chorus]
Burnin' rubber in the striker, hit the gas, that bitch tryna pop a wheelie
Sippin' on that yadamean, I just cracked me a sealy
Bitch, I'm geeked and rollin' off my shot, I don't even know my man
I like my bitches ratchet, line an opp just for a band, damn
We the ones that's poppin' out, Dracos and F&Ns
Put my shooter on your shooter, he gon' wet him in
Duck and let him in, I fuck around, don't let him in
Fuck around and burnt the rubber on the tire, spin the Benz
Swapped the VIN, I took that bitch right out of Virginia, swap the plate
Put a bad bitch on IG, go down in DMs, you's the bait
I got monyun, I'll get you done, yeah, for a Funyun, that's a fact
Man, my shooter killed your blood brother and you ain't get back, that's for real
[Verse]
Jumpin' out Durangos, all angles, tryna park me a nigga
Suited, booted, tryna walk, that Glock gon' bark on a nigga
Blakey Griffin, hard up in the paint like Waka Flocka Flame
Jumpin' out the V, not out the window, I don't play no games
Why this bitch keep tryna line a nigga? 'Cause I got some fame
Why these niggas hatin' on the kid just 'cause I got a name?
Shooter just put belt to ass, I might just tell him tap your brain
You can't stop the rain, come feel this pain, here, take this fuckin' flame
Bitch, I'm geeked up, rollin', I think I need sober up
Perky, 90 milligram, I just keep throwin' up
Addicted to that Wockhardt, junkie, flunky pourin' up
Told the bitch I just want coochie, why she holdin' up? (Yeah)
Fuckin' with that doggy dog, my denim pockets swoll as shit
Got pulled over in the whip, I told her hold the blick, damn
I be Mason Margiela bippin' when I'm walkin'
Gold grill, real nigga, this the truth I'm talkin'
[Chorus]
Burnin' rubber in the striker, hit the gas, that bitch tryna pop a wheelie
Sippin' on that yadamean, I just cracked me a sealy
Bitch, I'm geeked and rollin' off my shot, I don't even know my man
I like my bitches ratchet, line an opp just for a band, damn
We the ones that's poppin' out, Dracos and F&Ns
Put my shooter on your shooter, he gon' wet him in
Duck and let him in, I fuck around, don't let him in
Fuck around and burnt the rubber on the tire, spin the Benz
Swapped the VIN, I took that bitch right out of Virginia, swap the plate
Put a bad bitch on IG, go down in DMs, you's the bait
I got monyun, I'll get you done, yeah, for a Funyun, that's a fact
Man, my shooter killed your blood brother and you ain't get back, that's for real
Uh, uh
We the ones that's really poppin' out with Dracos and these F&Ns
And I call my shooter up and he gon' wet him in
Yeah, ain't duckin' law, we duckin', nig—
[Chorus]
Burnin' rubber in the striker, hit the gas, that bitch tryna pop a wheelie
Sippin' on that yadamean, I just cracked me a sealy
Bitch, I'm geeked and rollin' off my shot, I don't even know my man
I like my bitches ratchet, line an opp just for a band, damn
We the ones that's poppin' out, Dracos and F&Ns
Put my shooter on your shooter, he gon' wet him in
Duck and let him in, I fuck around, don't let him in
Fuck around and burnt the rubber on the tire, spin the Benz
Swapped the VIN, I took that bitch right out of Virginia, swap the plate
Put a bad bitch on IG, go down in DMs, you's the bait
I got monyun, I'll get you done, yeah, for a Funyun, that's a fact
Man, my shooter killed your blood brother and you ain't get back, that's for real
[Verse]
Jumpin' out Durangos, all angles, tryna park me a nigga
Suited, booted, tryna walk, that Glock gon' bark on a nigga
Blakey Griffin, hard up in the paint like Waka Flocka Flame
Jumpin' out the V, not out the window, I don't play no games
Why this bitch keep tryna line a nigga? 'Cause I got some fame
Why these niggas hatin' on the kid just 'cause I got a name?
Shooter just put belt to ass, I might just tell him tap your brain
You can't stop the rain, come feel this pain, here, take this fuckin' flame
Bitch, I'm geeked up, rollin', I think I need sober up
Perky, 90 milligram, I just keep throwin' up
Addicted to that Wockhardt, junkie, flunky pourin' up
Told the bitch I just want coochie, why she holdin' up? (Yeah)
Fuckin' with that doggy dog, my denim pockets swoll as shit
Got pulled over in the whip, I told her hold the blick, damn
I be Mason Margiela bippin' when I'm walkin'
Gold grill, real nigga, this the truth I'm talkin'
[Chorus]
Burnin' rubber in the striker, hit the gas, that bitch tryna pop a wheelie
Sippin' on that yadamean, I just cracked me a sealy
Bitch, I'm geeked and rollin' off my shot, I don't even know my man
I like my bitches ratchet, line an opp just for a band, damn
We the ones that's poppin' out, Dracos and F&Ns
Put my shooter on your shooter, he gon' wet him in
Duck and let him in, I fuck around, don't let him in
Fuck around and burnt the rubber on the tire, spin the Benz
Swapped the VIN, I took that bitch right out of Virginia, swap the plate
Put a bad bitch on IG, go down in DMs, you's the bait
I got monyun, I'll get you done, yeah, for a Funyun, that's a fact
Man, my shooter killed your blood brother and you ain't get back, that's for real
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Shirtoff es una canción interpretada por Skrilla