Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Relay, artist - ALLBLACKDate of issue: 19.04.2018
Song language: English
The Relay |
| Free Mr. Mosely, free the low and free your bitch |
| Up in Denver for that green like CP-26 |
| I came equipped with this Glock, bet it all on this |
| Break that bitch for them chips, I need a fee for the dick |
| Think I’m lyin', on Jehovah I could pull out receipts |
| Tats on my face like a cholo, a real sue sixteen |
| Hit the South, I got cheese that won’t fit in my jeans |
| I ain’t tappin' in with no nigga except Ralfy the P |
| Pull out that diamond tester, watch niggas hit a hundred yard sprint |
| Bring your bitch around the gang and watch she choose on a pimp |
| Keep throwin' blamps on the net, watch me pull up and start gassin' |
| Flip your jeans inside out, niggas thought I was rappin' |
| Wrist broke lil nigga so I can’t see what time it is |
| Neck hurt nigga, diamonds changin' the climate |
| Pops on my knots while you flexin' that five bands |
| I make the bitch feed DR, stickin' up young Cam |
| All my niggas get it with this black man hustle |
| Niggas is fake trippin', we out that black van bustin' |
| This bitch get out of pocket, I’m gon' have to use a muzzle |
| We ain’t in jail, we ain’t fightin', we ain’t doin' no tusslin' |
| Touch down with the pack, we ain’t doin' no fumbling |
| Smackdown in the club, know we snuck the royal rumble in |
| Touch down with the pack, we ain’t doin' no fumbling |
| Smackdown in the club, know we snuck the royal rumble in |
| The Plug |
| How you lovin' on that bitch and she ain’t kick you no dough? |
| If the bitch ain’t handin' over I’ma kick me a door |
| You niggas broke, definition of poor |
| Got a target on my back and you still can’t score |
| Me and Trig in LA, we ain’t tuckin' no Cubans |
| If you whippin' out on me I suggest that you use it |
| Twenty-three on my hip, I do more than abuse it |
| I’m a dog on these hoes and my young niggas cruisin' |
| Finding shells at the playground, boy don’t play, it get ruthless |
| Wasn’t playin' when I said ten K for the feature |
| She out of pocket, I got action, can’t wait to see her reaction |
| Check the score with the city, they gon' tell you we platinum |
| It’s Jim nigga |
| Ayy, ayy, list the block shit |
| G2, on Jim G, I ain’t goin' for that gossip |
| Why niggas talkin' like we ain’t playin' with the mopsticks? |
| Up it at any nigga that’s talkin' all that nonsense |
| Ayy, fuck nigga hatin', I’m chasin' loot |
| Most of these rappers flaking, they lying in the booth |
| 360 in real life, I really tell the truth |
| Pull up and we trip out, now everybody new |
| Uh, swear I go mani, G2, I really go crazy |
| Police they hate they can’t tame me, uh, do a bitch shady |
| I’m smokin' stunner, I face it, ALLBLACK and Ralfy amazin' |
| And we assassins like Jason and none of my niggas playin' |
| Five hundred, two G’s, that’s just for the bag |
| Black fence, lay low when I’m in a Jag |
| And this bitch can’t come around if she ain’t sellin' ass |
| Top shottas, play runners, bitches upper class |
| I’m a nineties baby, I can’t tell you 'bout the eighties |
| But I can break it down and ship a load off to Haiti |
| Bop bop, mink mink, you heard of the Stinc Team |
| We rockin' with green beams, AR’s and XD’s |
| Off-White, Offset, I’m fuckin' with ALLBLACK |
| Free the bitch if she ain’t bringin' the load back |
| Fuck half bitch, I need the whole track |
| Fitted cap life, I’m rockin' a throwback |
| Thank you |
| Thank you, thank you |
| Yeah, we fuckin' with |
| Hah, I gotta go |