Tangotalk

Don’t even think about it, bro, just keep going Let ’em find out who it was, they gon’ be on you You don’t got your phone with you and the whip stolen If the boys hear about this one, you know who told ’em (Damn) You don’t have to pass the weed, I am not smoking I’m like rocket off of colors, I am not joking I told that boy don’t take the burner if he not blowing I seen you post yo’ dead homie then I kept scrolling I guess you served me on the ‘gram until it got boring You always post your homies blick, he thought it’s not yours Remember plug went out of glockies then I bought toys My chest was poking out the shirt, I felt like chuck norris Remember hopping out with- (Tch), feeling fantastic I tried to get to him faster, but it was bad traffic Ran back to the whip out of breath like I was a asthmatic He was stretched out on the ground with his arms crossed like the black panther Freedom-, them other guys really can’t stand ’em If they don’t want any trouble they better sit down then Like go and get you a trophy when you go down there Free cowboy, free breezy, man, free the grand kids If you gon’ drive your whip take off the plates If you didn’t pass for 20 or better, that’s not a safe My big homie in his 50s, I witnessed him hit a gate We spin again and spin again and spin again until we came Don’t even think about it, bro, just keep going Let ’em find out who it was, they gon’ be on you You don’t got your phone with you and the whip stolen If the boys hear about this one, you know who told ’em (Damn) You don’t have to pass the weed, I am not smoking I’m like rocket off of colors, I am not joking I told that boy don’t take the burner if he not blowing I seen you post yo’ dead homie then I kept scrolling I guess you served me on the ‘gram until it got boring You always post your homies blick, he thought it’s not yours Remember plug went out of glockies then I bought toys My chest was poking out the shirt, I felt like chuck norris We don’t care about they side, they he felt the bullets hit his body, but he just kept jogging Ride ’round with , he down for crashing 4’s You gotta come to the pitch, try to get your day clear Take ’em to daycare Seen his momma with me sliding, we did not care He kept on trolling on the ‘gram then got his ass killed That n!gga tripping, turn you evil when you in the field God on my shoulder, but the devil tryna interfere I heard they caught him out of state, thought he was in the clear I had to bring it in the club, ’cause my life can’t be shorten I’on gotta pass my gun, we gon’ keep scoring All they friends keep on dying, they tears keep pouring Pj walked , so we gon’ keep pouring Only talking ’bout the money, everything else I’m ignoring I’ll slide on myself, i’on care who not going Don’t even think about it, bro, just keep going Let ’em find out who it was, they gon’ be on you You don’t got your phone with you and the whip stolen If the boys hear about this one, you know who told ’em (Damn) You don’t have to pass the weed, I am not smoking I’m like rocket off of colors, I am not joking I told that boy don’t take the burner if he not blowing I seen you post yo’ dead homie then I kept scrolling I guess you served me on the ‘gram until it got boring You always post your homies blick, he thought it’s not yours Remember plug went out of glockies then I bought toys My chest was poking out the shirt, I felt like chuck norris Yeah, this load on your b!tch-ass Gang can never see parole ’cause your snitch-ass 2 tone fnf, think that hoe mismatch Want no credit for that body though we did that I just popped a half of uzi, lil’ bro sober If you freeze up on the skit, you get a cold shoulder I need no holster This a throw away but I’m the put your patna in this semi for the dope smokers Popping bottles on my story, mean he’s no longer Try to tag me on the ‘gram if you ain’t toe tagging Since my brother passed away, we give no passes Get away with snatching chains when you soul snatching Your big homie ain’t no fella, he’s a coke addict They keep catching me with ratchets, I do no lacking So it’s fu*k bobby and danny Don’t even think about it, bro, just keep going Let ’em find out who it was, they gon’ be on you You don’t got your phone with you and the whip stolen If the boys hear about this one, you know who told ’em (Damn) You don’t have to pass the weed, I am not smoking I’m like rocket off of colors, I am not joking I told that boy don’t take the burner if he not blowing I seen you post yo’ dead homie then I kept scrolling I guess you served me on the ‘gram until it got boring You always post your homies blick, he thought it’s not yours Remember plug went out of glockies then I bought toys My chest was poking out the shirt, I felt like chuck norris. Colors lyrics – Remble : Get lyrics and music video of this song here on LyricsBull.com