ThomasOlala:歌词2:
All over the wallI, nigga, all over that raw
It's the same 'ole Meek, still the same OG
Got that crack music, listen, let your brain OD
I'll be playing low key
Me and one of my niggas
Riding through the city, plotting on some of the niggas
That be thinking they gon' get me
I'mma run to you niggas
And that's a couple dead bodies for a couple of niggas
G'yeah, monster
Sitting like a mobster
Revolver on my lap
Barrel full of Black Talons
I lick it at your squadron
Roll up, like, "Hold up"
Start spitting while I'm driving
Peel off then roll up, you niggas better slow up
Before you bang the fuck out
I aim, let it flame, blow your brains all the fuck out
All over your shirt, since a youngin' I was buck wild
All up in the dirt, ma screaming, "Get the fuck out!"
North where I was raised at, South Philly I played that
Wherever I'm around I hold it down like a wave cap