Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Signal , by - Fukkit. Release date: 10.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Signal |
| Gun with a beam like a signal |
| I was goin' through so much in the past |
| It was hard back then, now it’s simple |
| Plug down road, I don’t wanna drive up |
| Tryna meet me somewhere in the middle |
| Keep your ass low, he don’t wanna link up |
| See his bro in the sky like a symbol |
| Beef in the street, let it crash like a cymbal |
| The stick make him dance like Limbu |
| The paper get folded and piles get cleaned |
| Like laundry, then iron the wrinkles |
| It’s not old money, these new blue hunnids |
| On the faces, you won’t see a wrinkle |
| I make her runny, she told me she cummin' |
| So I let her go first like a single |
| Fifteen hundred in singles I throw up in seconds |
| The strippers I want’ll come vibe in the section |
| They meet me in the back with protection |
| This shit gettin' real, gotta move with discretion |
| Or else you’ll end up a projection |
| You gassin' up bro, if you know, he a rap |
| And he been on the stand like a session |
| I’m makin' that bitch bend over |
| She touchin' her toes while she ride my erection |
| The poles stay up like it’s time for election |
| The paper gettin' long like election |
| I remember I was in a Toyota |
| With a brick in the truck tryna get off the exit |
| First time I had to fly out a bird through the mail |
| I was nervous in front of the entrance, ha |
| But shit done changed |
| Now I take trips to the bank |
| Back then, it was minimum wage |
| Trips to |
| Trips to the nearest TD |
| There I go, withdrawin' again |
| I was throwin' racks in the cut |
| When I could’ve been makin' a name |
| I was throwin' racks in the cut |
| When I could’ve spent that on a chain |
| She was throwin' ass in the cut |
| When she could’ve been givin' me brain |
| Bitch throwin' throat in the club |
| I don’t even remember her name |
| I already forget |
| And the reticle glow in the dark on the Glock |
| I remember back when I hate workin' aside |
| That was back when I used to crack open them lines |
| Nowadays, I get fifteen for a backdrop |
| She gotta pick up her head when I make a backdrop |
| How the fuck I put a teller on my laptop? |
| In the Colorado mountains, this a nice backdrop |
| Put the beam to his head, turn it to a flat top |