Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wire , by - blueface. Song from the album Find The Beat, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 12.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Wire |
| Payin' the low, chargin' the high |
| Just flipped a pigeon to a chicken pot pie |
| I don’t interact, my plug send me the wire |
| Pack in the air, put the bird in the sky (Brr) |
| Payin' the low, chargin' the high |
| Just flipped a pigeon to a chicken pot pie |
| I don’t interact, my plug send me the wire |
| I don’t interact, my plug pay through the wire |
| Fuck the buyer, the feds want a supplier |
| Came from all flats to all new attire |
| Couple figures made me a public figure |
| I done ran up racks off the Saran |
| Before the rap, baby, I was the man |
| I was cool way before I had fans |
| Nothin' changed, bitch, I been in a Benz |
| Sticks on me like the boy in a band |
| Made a grand off ten dollars a gram |
| I don’t interact when niggas trap on the 'Gram |
| Kush, pills, coke, I’m selling the Xans |
| Pigeon coupe, dirty birds in the van |
| If the plan go as planned, we double the bands |
| Can’t interact with the hand-to-hand |
| Plug send a wire soon as it land |
| Pack in the air, put the bird in the sky (Brr) |
| Payin' the low, chargin' the high |
| Just flipped a pigeon to a chicken pot pie |
| I don’t interact, my plug send me the wire |
| Pack in the air, put the bird in the sky (Brr) |
| Payin' the low, chargin' the high |
| Just flipped a pigeon to a chicken pot pie |
| I don’t interact, my plug send me the wire (It's 4X) |
| I fly out to Cali to send some bags (Zoom) |
| For sure they sold when I send 'em back (Sold) |
| It’s smoke, let me know, we can handle that |
| You get hit with that fire, we ain’t doin' no boxing match |
| I get fly like I sit where the pilot at |
| Think with your top, boy, we knock off your starter cap |
| Used to be broke, now they know me across the map |
| Ain’t shit change, I still ride with it in my lap |
| I’m on some shit, jack (Bitch) |
| Lil' nigga, I got big racks (On gang) |
| No friendly shit or no chit-chat (Nope) |
| You reach out for dap, you might get bitch-slapped (Pussy) |
| He think he tough, he got muscles |
| That Glock sit him down and make his homeboy sit back |
| It ain’t no talking, click-clack, boom, he doomed |
| My lil' shawty knock him out his shoes (Bang) |
| Pack in the air, put the bird in the sky (Brr) |
| Payin' the low, chargin' the high |
| Just flipped a pigeon to a chicken pot pie |
| I don’t interact, my plug send me the wire |
| Pack in the air, put the bird in the sky (Brr) |
| Payin' the low, chargin' the high |
| Just flipped a pigeon to a chicken pot pie |
| I don’t interact, my plug send me the wire |