Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fleetwoodmac11 , by - Kill StacyRelease date: 30.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fleetwoodmac11 |
| Oh, no, no you can’t disguise |
| Tell me lies |
| Tell me sweet little lies |
| Niggas on that fuck shit |
| Pull up to the function |
| If we haD to pull up then my niggas get to busting |
| If I gotta pull up, bet that bitch gon' gimme something |
| Feel like Trill Sammy, I ain’t coming here for nothing |
| Riding with my cousin but that nigga blood He bousin |
| If a nigga think he coming at us hard we double pump him |
| Rip his pockets dry and go find a lake and dump him |
| Quit that talking, 187 in yo crib its nothing |
| Free my nigga Heist, shoot for him that’s for life |
| Front on any of my niggas, lil nigga that’s yo life |
| Fuck niggas just be rapping, acting, capping, don’t be doing shit |
| I’ve been making moves, being rude, bitch I ain’t new to this |
| Ho, I thought you knew that shit, boy, I know you knew that shit |
| Full stick, sitting on my hip, don’t make me use the bitch |
| Never leave my side, it’s nailed to me like the crucifix |
| Niggas acting stupid, pop his top then get to looting shit, bitch |
| I really just be cooling and making jokes |
| But y’all niggas got me fucked up |
| Cause I’m gonna pop off on one you niggas |
| I really don’t give a fuck about none of y’all niggas |
| I want all the smoke, ain’t talking swishers in this bitch |
| Let a nigga run his mouth, his tongue get twisted in this bitch |
| Cause I’m running with some shooters with them clips up on they hips |
| Hip nigga think he big body, put bullets in that kid |
| Hollow tips leave him lit up like it’s Christmas night and shit |
| I don’t really like to fight but disrespect, we fighting bitch |
| Not no fists, that’s a bullet, if you oppin, I’ma pull it |
| Say he pulling up with niggas, my nigga I wish you would and |
| If you ever think you caught me lacking, boy you really foolish |
| I’ve been cooling on the block with that baby .22 and |
| Had them baggies down my sock, try to take them, get to shooting |
| He ain’t think I bust it off, but I know that nigga stupid |
| Let me go back to my cool shit, I ain’t tryna use it |
| I just want this guap, say fuck them licks and make this music |
| Music niggas talking street gon' really make me shoot it |
| Better go appreciate your life before you lose it, nigga |