Continúa después del anuncio

    Yeah
    Lately, I've been on my grind and there's no one to really stop me
    Climbing up this hill with skill, they couldn't really top me
    Take you for a spin and drag you like we're in the army
    Little boy that couldn't take it, drop and give me 20 then go home

    We run this shit cold
    We make their mouths foam
    We bleeding out gold

    Like it?
    She be saying
    I'm amazing
    I'm impatient
    I'm an agent
    Making sales and
    Spreading flames and
    Rocking chains heavy to my side, POPSWAG

    Look alive, frenzy for the night, whiplash
    Take a dive, swim into the light, first class
    Zombify, corpses to the rise, fuck rest
    Are you perplexed? Yeah

    I came to say this bit for my players
    Popping all night, working, I'ma chaser
    Popping all night, I won't need a chaser
    Let that bitch burn, my throat full of razors

    Lately, I've been on my grind and there's no one to really stop me
    Climbing up this hill will skill, they couldn't really top me
    Take you for a spin and drag you like we're in the army
    Little boy that couldn't take it, drop and give me 20 then go home

    Continúa después del anuncio

    We run this shit cold
    We make their mouths foam
    We bleeding out gold

    It's lit, I know
    Say it ain't so
    Admit we've grown
    We've grown yeah

    Lay low
    Turn off the switch
    Better be quick
    Wait for the click

    Halo
    Pop on this bitch
    Light up this bitch
    Purity rich

    Night show
    Smoke in the mist
    Bottles that kick
    All in a mix

    Ears blown
    Chrome on the wrist
    Shine with a bling
    Ain't hearing shit
    Aww

    Ain't hearing shit
    Aww
    Ain't hearing shit
    Aww
    Ain't hearing shit
    Aww
    Ain't hearing shit
    Aww
    Ain't hearing shit

    Lately, I've been on my grind and there's no one to really stop me
    Climbing up this hill with skill, they couldn't really top me
    Take you for a spin and drag you like we're in the army
    Little boy that couldn't take it, drop and give me 20 then go home

    We run this shit cold
    We make their mouths foam
    We bleeding out gold
    POPSWAG

    Información de la canción

    Composición: Davyd Nightingale

    ¿Los datos están equivocados?

    Enviar revisión