shittyboyz, glockboyz teejaee & fmb dz - tswn lyrics
[intro]
(313 mafia)
(alloutw4r)
[verse 1: trdee]
you’ve been actin’ different ever since i got some money
ain’t no way you think i’m lackin’, you ain’t takin’ nothin’ from me
i was walkin’ through that rain, know i’m grateful that it’s sunny
you know i’m a sh+ttyboy, got paper on me like a mummy
b+tch, if you ain’t heard of me, then you must be deaf
brodie pull up with that glockie up on him tryna be steph’
watch how you approach me, he gon’ crash out just like bandicoot
he ain’t know that me and gang be shootin’ like the camera crew
[verse 2: stanwill]
shooter light this beef, that b+tch’ll rock a n+gga head
i heard doggy snitchin’, we don’t politick with feds
better not say it’s up, ’cause it ain’t drop until he dead
when we hop out gle, she hoppin’ in my bed
catch him out in traffic, we gon’ stop him like a red
boy, i give your ho the dopest d+ck, i pop her like some meds
when i’m up in somerset, you know it’s f+ck a budget
how militia step on sh+t, they think we double dutchin’
[chorus: fmb dz & glockboyz teejaee]
thirty rackades for the chain, you know the pendant flooded
a hundred thousand on me right now, it’s just me and bl++dy
i like my sodas muddy, don’t show my homies money
that pistol in the party, you run up on me, i’m gon’ bust you
it’s just me and bro, we both got stick, we double clutchin’
i woke up and made like twenty thousand cash, that sh+t wasn’t nothin’
[verse 3: babytron]
mj punchin’ he done turned the spot to wrestlemania
we can’t let him breathe, all year, we finna step on tracheas
everytime lil’ bro step out, he rob, that’s kleptomania
european tour, hit uk and then romania
jordan year is over, sh+t, it’s time to enter mamba mode
overdid the quagy+agy, where the f+ck my ganja go?
cuddy whip the soft into a brama bull
tug+of+war champs, it ain’t no way that they could stop the pull
[chorus: fmb dz & glockboyz teejaee]
thirty rackades for the chain, you know the pendant flooded
a hundred thousand on me right now, it’s just me and bl++dy
i like my sodas muddy, don’t show my homies money
that pistol in the party, you run up on me, i’m gon’ bust you
it’s just me and bro, we both got stick, we double clutchin’
i woke up and made like twenty thousand cash, that sh+t wasn’t nothin’
that sh+t wasn’t nothin’
i woke up and made like twenty thousand cash, that sh+t wasn’t nothin’
that sh+t wasn’t nothin’
that sh+t wasn’t nothin’
[outro]
(313 mafia)
(alloutw4r)
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