Текст песни
Ninth Street. Uh, uh. Homeboy to prison left us in the trenches, I Turned to lieutenant, I'm first command. I was locked up, they ain't shoot me a Buck, when the opp set is up, I was First to spin. Said it's my pussy when I Was in Booker, she throwin' that pussy like first And ten. Fuck the police, out the top I'ma Flee, this the SRT that I'm swervin' in. Juug in the back of the apartment, them niggas Be robbin' shit up in the front. Uncle a smoker but he still a soldier, break Down the gar put the heart in the blunt. I'ma scoot up on your car, I'ma dump, don't Fuck with thieves, they like my father was Trump. The bigger the opps, then the bigger my guns, Still in the hood catchin' juugs in my slums. How the fuck he sign a record deal? He still be robbin' niggas. Everywhere Lil Hippo go, you know I got that Carbon with me. Jumped up off the porch, ain't Have no OG or no father figure. I been sippin' raw, sippin' raw lemonade. Backdoor Joe slime, fire renegade. If a nigga say I crossed him, he tried To cross me. I was sellin' dope in front The store in the tall tee. They say they gon' opp me, but I be Where they all be. Where they all at? Where they all at? Uh, let a motherfuckin' dog preach. Let a motherfuckin' dog preach. For real. Homeboy to prison left us in the trenches, I Turned to lieutenant, I'm first command. I was locked up, they ain't shoot me a Buck, when the opp set is up, I was First to spin. Said it's my pussy when I Was in Booker, she throwin' that pussy like first And ten. Fuck the police, out top I'ma flee, This the SRT that I'm swervin' in. Juug in the back of the apartment, them niggas Be robbin' shit up in the front. Uncle a smoker but he still a soldier, break Down the gar put the heart in the blunt. I'ma scoot up on your car, I'ma dump, don't Fuck thieves, they like my father was Trump. The bigger the opps, then the bigger my guns, Still in the hood catchin' juugs in my slums. Left the hood store and dropped four ounces in A jungle juice. If I see you out and I don't speak, then I don't fuck with you. Switches on my gleef for all the silent beef. He ain't mob tied if that nigga ain't got Ties with me. Made man. Kickin' P with Wes, we in the trenches tryna Knock a ho. Forty-five a pound, He want a ten, I charge him forty-four. Don't give a fuck, braggin' 'bout your hitter, Heard they hit 'em up. Quit playin' tough, we know that shit cap, So we don't give a fuck. 'Cause you sent the hit, don't make you gangster, Let me clear the air. If I wanna hear a rapper cap, I'll be An engineer. Cut it off, two hundred pounds of Za, I serve them in the loft. I'm in the H, they love me from the Fifth all way to the North. Homeboy to prison left us in the trenches, I Turned to a lieutenant, I'm first command. I was locked up, they ain't shoot me a Buck, when the opp set is up, I was First spin. Said it's my pussy when I was In Booker, she throwin' that pussy like first and Ten. Fuck the police, out the top I'ma flee, This the SRT that I'm swervin' in. Juug in the back of the apartment, them niggas Be robbin' shit up in the front. Uncle a smoker but he still a soldier, break Down the gar put the heart in the blunt. I'ma scoot up on your car, I'ma dump, don't Fuck with thieves, they like my father was Trump. The bigger the opps, then the bigger my guns, Still in the hood catchin' juugs in my slums. Yeah, I been sippin' raw, sippin' raw lemonade. Backdoor Joe slime, fire renegade. Bitch-ass nigga. That shit took.
Hotboy Wes, Finesse2tymes — Renegade (feat. Finesse2tymes)
«Renegade (feat. Finesse2tymes)» — Hotboy Wes, Finesse2tymes. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:05.
