Sickboyrari, FHN Mook - Knotts lyrics
[Sickboyrari, FHN Mook - Knotts lyrics]
Oh my God Keyboard Kid you're so based
Sayda on the track nigga
Bust shots, lifestyle
Bustdown, and you wifed down
Bust shots, and we bust nuts
Can’t bust us, and you wifed up
I fly through, they like who he? Damn
Ayy, I fly through, nigga and I beast it
Slide down the coupe, when my gang move
Depressed shooters, but we gonn' shoot
10 bands, spend it all on Nike shoes, ayy
10 bands, spend it on my shooter boo
10 bands, 10 more, add it up
Nigga that like 40 hoe 10 times 4 that's 40
Y’all been talking 'bout 40's
I'm in New York like
Balling like the Hornets
And my gang we scoring
Raining ooh it's pouring
Raining oh it's pouring in
The foreign sliding funny depressed Shooter
Yuh, keep a big four
I don't give a fuck I'ma hit him with that 44
All my niggas got it and they
Gonn' blow it's damn thrown
If he wanna talk I'ma hit
Him in his damn nose
Yeah, ayy, throw up six fours
Bitch you never know
I might keep me a damn pole
I’ma slide down, dirty on clean clothes
She don’t give a fuck
She snort it clean up her damn nose
Yeah, ayy, thick goth bitch
I'ma take her to a horror movie
That’s a goth wish
I'ma give all my meat, pray for a dirty trick
Whatchu wanna do? Horror movie
That's a nasty bitch yuh
Goth Money all run this shit
It's a dead set thing
Shoutouts my nigga Kray, all of Goth Money
Sayda on the track nigga
Bust shots, lifestyle
Bustdown, and you wifed down
Bust shots, and we bust nuts
Can’t bust us, and you wifed up
I fly through, they like who he? Damn
Ayy, I fly through, nigga and I beast it
Slide down the coupe, when my gang move
Depressed shooters, but we gonn' shoot
10 bands, spend it all on Nike shoes, ayy
10 bands, spend it on my shooter boo
10 bands, 10 more, add it up
Nigga that like 40 hoe 10 times 4 that's 40
Y’all been talking 'bout 40's
I'm in New York like
Balling like the Hornets
And my gang we scoring
Raining ooh it's pouring
Raining oh it's pouring in
The foreign sliding funny depressed Shooter
Yuh, keep a big four
I don't give a fuck I'ma hit him with that 44
All my niggas got it and they
Gonn' blow it's damn thrown
If he wanna talk I'ma hit
Him in his damn nose
Yeah, ayy, throw up six fours
Bitch you never know
I might keep me a damn pole
I’ma slide down, dirty on clean clothes
She don’t give a fuck
She snort it clean up her damn nose
Yeah, ayy, thick goth bitch
I'ma take her to a horror movie
That’s a goth wish
I'ma give all my meat, pray for a dirty trick
Whatchu wanna do? Horror movie
That's a nasty bitch yuh
Goth Money all run this shit
It's a dead set thing
Shoutouts my nigga Kray, all of Goth Money