thola - 44 bars lyrics
b+tches blowing up my phone them b+tches know better
(b+tch!)
n+ggas sliding all through the zone them n+ggas know better
(b+tch!)
and them gen 5 goes crazy but i like gen 4 better
(gman)
if it was friday then i would smoke you n+gga i’d blow hector
(on god!)
n+gga you a drop you ain’t no shooter you a cold stepper
(p+ssy!)
b+tch it’s banked up i bet the exotic n+gga like a snow leopard
(what?!)
i was no pressure for o hector throw your bro sweater
(boom!)
i got to slow down take time and stack my cho better
(on god!)
sliding i know they feeling we applying more pressure
(yeah)
hashtag bu4l 30 we known steppers
(thumb gang)
slide got em on the hills the n+ggas known sketchers
(ahahaha!)
you a b+tch you all in the field n+gga with no pepper
(p+ssy)
he might be crazy to you but to me he a sucker
(full blooded b+tch)
ask him about me i’m a soul sn+tcher a whip beater upper
(3o)
score just got me one b+tch i need me another
(gotem!)
you knew she was f+g you knew she was a tucker
(f+gget)
cause a flash i’m out of town and get them out they comfort
(on god!)
finesse him with the birds like e+40 we stay on her bumper
(dammnn)
you a grown man do what you want with that cheese before you hump her
(ahuhh)
and keep that b+tch away from the team before a team n+gga bump her
(3o)
murder team me and lilmoz doing scenes in the under
(rrrrraaa!)
the hardest part is cleaning up sh+lls after squeezing that thumper
(on god!)
shouldn’t told i’m on the block strategically hunting
(on n+ggas!)
them n+ggas shocked them n+ggas lums 23 be the number
(nerds!)
tell lil fame n+ggas be blowing really finna make it
(watch)
money chain around the corner just have a lil patience
(hold on!)
big rapping that’s the position have these b+tch n+ggas hating
(whole team)
i rip 20’s like they come knocking on the cl!ck you better take it
(take it!)
politicking at the round table we do skits blood
(skits!)
f+ck all the talking give me the addy if we gone get blood
(goteemm!)
whole house getting blacked out or we gone get blood ?
(let me know!)
box him in if he bake bread we gone zip bloods
hit they block make something shake just like a salt shaker
(boom!)
i be with gangsters all my gangsters looking like ball players
(3o)
she don’t know how to talk but she like to walk so she the call taker
(b+tch!)
block she a hood uber aka my all call taker
free tizle out the cage because he a pit n+gga
(pit n+gga!)
a red nose a real bully my 3o sick n+gga
(sick n+gga!)
g 24 hold twenty fo like marshawn lynch n+gga
(blahhh)
shawty slugs in this mag i got like 6 n+gga
(bbb blahh)
dice game rich work n+gga watch me do this
(back back!)
ten to 4,6,8 oh that’s a hunnid i’m running through this
(goteem!)
lil fame don’t give change he’s thumbing to sick
(whoooo)
same gang i’ll never change n+gga i’m to cl!ck
(five one)
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