Duwap Kaine - Proper Etiquette lyrics
[Duwap Kaine - Proper Etiquette lyrics]
Go, go, go on 50 50 done ran up, man
Fuck these niggas talkin' bout, man go, go
Go, go, go go, go
Go man, these niggas ain't really
Gang like that, man go, go, go go
Go, go go on gang
I ain't tryna be between that crossfire
When my brother run from 12
He fuckin up them tires
Pounds and them racks, what you gotta acquire
You usin' that knife, I got this Glock, boy
You must be Micheal Myers
Broke boy, boy, you better get hired
Big bands, I'm a multiplier
You said you're trapping
You're a fucking liar
I'm a real nigga, got the streets on fire
And I trap with a proper etiquette
He not real, man, his life be edited
Fuck 12, hope they don't find the evidence
He rolling that skimp blunt, like a skeleton
I'm living my life out so excellent
I trap out that damn house, yeah
The residence i'm blowing that damn pack
It need development
I'm playing with them damn racks
It's an estimate
All of these niggas broke, they irrelevant
50 gang, in the room, I'm an elephant
In my city with my Glock, gotta represent
I walk in that Louis store, fuck
What I spent?
That's yo bitch? Man, I got yo bitch bent
Broke nigga, and his pockets got lint
I'm smoking Runtz, and you smoking the mid
I ain't lackin', boy, you niggas tripping
Too many bitches, you think I'm pimping
He bought that Glock, just to fucking fit in
Everything 50 over here
Designer shit, it's all over my gear
Survivor shit, I been thugging all year
I hit the Louis store, and you walk in Sears
Two cups, man, let's take a cheer
In my heart, I don't got no damn fear
2Pac, nigga, I got the juice
Thinking bout the streets, I pour up a deuce
Kick shit in the trap, like I'm Bruce
Okay, that's yo bitch?
What that bitch wanna choose?
I'm a dog and I'm on the loose
He talking shit, what the fuck he gone do?
I'm a young nigga, ok, cool
Gettin' money, yeah, ok, cool
I'm smoking the best dope, ok, cool
Made a lil' play, ok, cool
On a finsta, yeah, ok, cool
Y'all act like my sister, shit ain't cool
Go, go, go, go
Fuck these niggas talkin' bout, man go, go
Go, go, go go, go
Go man, these niggas ain't really
Gang like that, man go, go, go go
Go, go go on gang
I ain't tryna be between that crossfire
When my brother run from 12
He fuckin up them tires
Pounds and them racks, what you gotta acquire
You usin' that knife, I got this Glock, boy
You must be Micheal Myers
Broke boy, boy, you better get hired
Big bands, I'm a multiplier
You said you're trapping
You're a fucking liar
I'm a real nigga, got the streets on fire
And I trap with a proper etiquette
He not real, man, his life be edited
Fuck 12, hope they don't find the evidence
He rolling that skimp blunt, like a skeleton
I'm living my life out so excellent
I trap out that damn house, yeah
The residence i'm blowing that damn pack
It need development
I'm playing with them damn racks
It's an estimate
All of these niggas broke, they irrelevant
50 gang, in the room, I'm an elephant
In my city with my Glock, gotta represent
I walk in that Louis store, fuck
What I spent?
That's yo bitch? Man, I got yo bitch bent
Broke nigga, and his pockets got lint
I'm smoking Runtz, and you smoking the mid
I ain't lackin', boy, you niggas tripping
Too many bitches, you think I'm pimping
He bought that Glock, just to fucking fit in
Everything 50 over here
Designer shit, it's all over my gear
Survivor shit, I been thugging all year
I hit the Louis store, and you walk in Sears
Two cups, man, let's take a cheer
In my heart, I don't got no damn fear
2Pac, nigga, I got the juice
Thinking bout the streets, I pour up a deuce
Kick shit in the trap, like I'm Bruce
Okay, that's yo bitch?
What that bitch wanna choose?
I'm a dog and I'm on the loose
He talking shit, what the fuck he gone do?
I'm a young nigga, ok, cool
Gettin' money, yeah, ok, cool
I'm smoking the best dope, ok, cool
Made a lil' play, ok, cool
On a finsta, yeah, ok, cool
Y'all act like my sister, shit ain't cool
Go, go, go, go