Bandmanrill, MCVERTT - Warsaw lyrics
[Bandmanrill, MCVERTT - Warsaw lyrics]
MC, make another hit! Aye, on bro
Project, project X what he say?
Look, aye
Me and MC, like Kobe and Shaq
Where the money? Shit coming too fast
Bitch I'm in Poland
Still counting them racks
You in the hood, tryna get off a pack
All my niggas stay grip, no lacking
They spin through, you better spin back
I been that nigga, bitch that's a fact
And all niggas do is cap in they rap
And they flied where I be, flier
All this money ID, zier
Keep on a mask, and me, mias
Say she ain't hit up the D, liar
Lil' bitch she bad
But that shit ain't grippy
They know the mob, really run the city
Run up this money, bitch I got a milly
Catch lil' bro, we gon' make him silly
Niggas keep dissing
That's how you get nailed
Bro pockets full, and I don't need a bail
Get high in the summer, lil' bro do not mail
I got me some racks, they up on the shelf
Wait, my money coming like six feet
Bae boy money, shit come like a elf
Niggas be down bad, need some help
I'm smoking boat, niggas smoking kelp
And niggas that don't even know
All my niggas, yeah we been stocking
We got the drop on the whole state
We just waiting on to get a walk in
Keep tryna diss us, keep acting crazy
Keep acting right, we gon' send a blitz
Keep acting like you gon' send a hit
We gon' see who really in a spliff
I can't go out like the milk rappers
That when I'm tryna be grown
Don't got nothing to prove to you lil' niggas
I'm the one that put niggas on
Project, project X what he say?
Look, aye
Me and MC, like Kobe and Shaq
Where the money? Shit coming too fast
Bitch I'm in Poland
Still counting them racks
You in the hood, tryna get off a pack
All my niggas stay grip, no lacking
They spin through, you better spin back
I been that nigga, bitch that's a fact
And all niggas do is cap in they rap
And they flied where I be, flier
All this money ID, zier
Keep on a mask, and me, mias
Say she ain't hit up the D, liar
Lil' bitch she bad
But that shit ain't grippy
They know the mob, really run the city
Run up this money, bitch I got a milly
Catch lil' bro, we gon' make him silly
Niggas keep dissing
That's how you get nailed
Bro pockets full, and I don't need a bail
Get high in the summer, lil' bro do not mail
I got me some racks, they up on the shelf
Wait, my money coming like six feet
Bae boy money, shit come like a elf
Niggas be down bad, need some help
I'm smoking boat, niggas smoking kelp
And niggas that don't even know
All my niggas, yeah we been stocking
We got the drop on the whole state
We just waiting on to get a walk in
Keep tryna diss us, keep acting crazy
Keep acting right, we gon' send a blitz
Keep acting like you gon' send a hit
We gon' see who really in a spliff
I can't go out like the milk rappers
That when I'm tryna be grown
Don't got nothing to prove to you lil' niggas
I'm the one that put niggas on