Guitar lyrics

by

Brezden


Woah
Okay, let's go
Woah
Okay, let's go (Flexus)
Woah
Okay, let's go
Yeah
Rockin' out with that Drac' like a-, rockin' out with that Drac' (Okay)
Rockin' out with that Drac' like a-, rockin' out with that- (Woah)
Woah, okay, let's go
Woah, woah, yeah, okay, let's go

Rockin' out with that Drac' like a guitar (Woah)
Try to run, walk him down, he ain't get far (Okay)
Geeked up, b*tch, I'm blowin' on big dog
If somebody look like a ship, it's a big car (Goddamn)
'Wood stuff, made her look like a cigar (Okay)
Backwood stuff and it's full of white runt (It's stuffed)
I'm really 'bout action, I ain't doin' no stunts
I know I'ma blow, just give me some months (Okay, let's go)
My dawg servin' brown like Kareem on the real
She got too much ass to get f*cked from the front (No cap)
But her face is so pretty, might f*ck from the front (I got it)
Heard you droppin' a play like you f*ck with the punt
I'm pourin' up, I got Wock' in my punch (Woah)
I'm gettin' chips but I'm not finna crunch (Ooh, woah)
Shе suckin' di*k, b*tch, I'm not finna hunch (Ooh, no)
I got half of my dinner, and made money for lunch (Okay, lеt's go)
Damn, this b*tch hittin' in [?]
Got VVs on me and they glistenin' [?] (They hittin')
G-19, if he play then I'm dumpin'
The trap got Vert, that b*tch really jumpin'
FN on me, make him dance like [?] (For real)
I need a sack, I ain't talkin' 'bout a [?]
Like the water and bones, lil' b*tch, [?] (On God)
Two twin Glocks, real close like cousins
Yeah, two twin Glocks like Max Paine
He don't f*ck with your people, and that's lame
I'm comin' up fast like the left lane
I'm smokin' White Runtz, it's the best strain
I gotta tuck, he ain't takin' a chain
I'm in her guts, she keep sayin' my name
Whatever I'm droppin', they sayin' it's flame
She lookin' like candy, she [?] on my cane
You can get smacked, b*tch, don't play on my name
They ask how I'm drippin', had to walk through the rain (Okay)
I was feelin' off, but now I put it on
She get f*cked in the suite, I'm not takin' her home
Meditate, been a week, it was all of a dome
I just f*cked on a cougar, I told that b*tch I'm grown
Swear you walk up in here, lil' b*tch, give me your phone
Backwood, Backwood, switch to a [?]
[?] 12 hit the lights, shift gears and I'm gone
I've been drunk, I'm high, God damn, I'm gone
Ayy, Gio, go ahead and pass me that [?]
I'm just talkin' for real, don't be makin' no songs
Sundress some sh*t, rockin' a thong (No)
Backwood stuffed like her thumb on Chrome (Yeah)
Whole lotta shooters, can't run no zone
Okay, let's go
Okay
Whole lotta shooters will let that ho fly
Lil' b*tch, yeah, I'm him, that one, that guy
[?] B-12 zip, God damn, I'm high
[?] sweet, they scared, they pie
My b*tch like b*tch, she say she bi
I done been through so much pain
Got no more tears, I can't even cry
Like we walk him down, I got the fire (Got it on me)
Bust down Rollie, I'm feelin' like Kai
She got ass, oh me, oh my
I swipe foes, lil' b*tch, I'm fly
Okay, let's go (Let's go)
White tee on, that's dope boy swag
Lil' b*tch, I'm winnin', I know they mad
I feel like Drake, this the best I had (For real)
Damn, yeah, for sure, this the best head I ever had
Lil' key got robbed, go get your cheddar back
Walkin' 'round smellin' like hella 'Thrax
Oh, you want a pack? (What?)
Answer, the price, it's hella taxed
I feel like Uzi, there go a rack
I feel like Brody, I'm pattin' my stack (Okay, let's go)
Like I'm in the car, b*tch, I'm padded with straps (Seatbelt)
What the f*ck 'cause I'm harder? She f*ck with my raps
Lil' bro, I don't know you, ain't givin' no daps
Run around makin' plays out of town, usin' maps
My flow really pimpin', this sh*t really slaps
If you play with me, I put your face in your lap (Fah, fah, fah, fah)
Yeah
If you play with me, I put your motherf*ckin' face in your lap (Okay, let's go)
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