MP5
(专辑: Trip At Knight - 2021)
(I'm too far gone) (Yeah) Hop out a
GT3 with an MP5 I
got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai Had to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly You niggas square, divide 'em by pie Rolling 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a
drive-by Your little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die Keep that .40 on my lap, I
spent like twenty-four on my Rollie When you see me out in LA, just know I'm balling like Kobe I've been number one, bitch, don't need no trophy Know we crackheads, pass me the
rock and I'll be balling like Kobe Riding down the
101 not no Zoey I
stay stacking with my twin for the
win, Zach and Cody You niggas be hating, Mr. Mosby Stacking it up, on lowkey Stay stacking up, racking up, triple OG Fuck stress, stay blessed, stay away from the
phonies Hop out a
GT3 with an MP5 I
got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai Had to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly You niggas square, divide 'em by pie Rolling 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a
drive-by Your little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die Keep that .40 on my lap, I
spent like twenty-four on my Rollie When you see me out in LA, just know I'm balling like Kobe Light that shit up Walk in the
spot, I'ma pipe shit up Them niggas hating my swag, them niggas so bitter I
thought I
told them little niggas I'm hard hitta (Taking that shit to the
heart) I
thought I
told you little niggas I'm gon' get up (Tell them little niggas I'm God) Press Shit, don't matter like how could you fold nigga? (How could you bitch? Oh my God) How could you let that hate sit in your soul, nigga? (How could it sit in your soul?) Shawty a
demon, a
real soul switcher (I'm like, how did you know?) Y'all niggas stepping on toes Handle that shit like you grown Doing this shit on my 'lone I
got that bag on my own Fuck it, I'm in the
zone Gon' say nigga I'm God Hop in that ghost, I'm ghost, I'm gone Hop out a
GT3 with an MP5 I
got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai Had to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly You niggas square, divide 'em by pie Rolling 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a
drive-by Your little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die Keep that .40 on my lap, I
spent like twenty-four on my Rollie When you see me out in LA, just know I'm balling like Kobe