Lyrics Search Me Up - T-Fest, Lil Toe

Search Me Up

I'm in your life, I’ma fuck that shit up (What?)
Is that your crib?
I'ma wet that bitch up (Yeah?)
Pick up the shells, nigga, I won't get caught (No)
You can’t find me, you cannot search me up (No)
2 Piece, shut the fuck up
You muhfuckas can't find me, bitch (What?)
Woo!
that’s why I keep my muhf**kin’ ski mask on
Nigga, stop playin' with me, fuckin'
With these niggas no more
That's a two piece
Ayy, ayy!
I'm in your life, I’ma fuck that shit up (What?)
Is that your crib?
I’ma wet that bitch up (Yeah?)
Pick up the shells, nigga, I won't get caught (No)
You can’t find me, you cannot search me up (No)
So I'm going crazy (What?)
Graow, graow, graow, graow, graow
You cannot find me (What?)
Graow, graow, graow, graow, graow
Bitch, I'm from the south, got a gun everywhere I go (I do)
Pull up to yo' crib, I’ll take everything you fuckin' own (I will)
And I like your clothing, but I'll turn them into bullet holes (I will)
You can't track me down, every weekend, got another phone (What?)
You won't find me on the white page (What?)
Keep my fuckin' ski so these niggas can't lurk (Yeah)
Now the industry lookin' sideways (Huh?)
Talkin' too loud get a mothafucka' murked
I'm in your life, I'ma fuck that shit up (What?)
Is that your crib?
I'ma wet that bitch up (Yeah?)
Pick up the shells, nigga, I won't get caught (No)
You can't find me, you cannot search me up (No)
So I'm going crazy (What?)
Graow, graow, graow, graow, graow
You cannot find me (What?)
Graow, graow, graow, graow, graow
Bitch, I'm from the south, got a gun everywhere I go
(Bitch, I'm from the south, got a gun everywhere I go)
Twenty five shawty's, make a million and swaggow's
(Twenty five shawty's, make a million and swaggow's)
(Ладно, теперь слушаем на нашем)
Открывайте кошельки, Киря залетает к вам
Нарисую от руки самый заебатый саунд
Был на рынке и чуть не купил твоё ебало, брат
У тебя хуевый бизнес план (а так)
Я не знаю Milli, Rarrih, Lamorghini
Лейлу прокатили, но ведь лейлу не любили
Бабки в чистом виде, peso на репите
Деньги, деньги, деньги, чтоб съебаться на Юпитер
(Ты же знаешь, кто это, это T, мать твою)
Мы чисто гоним беса с этих тупых придурков
Пацы-манекены, суки хотят быть куклами
Снова козырнёшь своими дешёвыми мутками
(Тебе не достать меня, я взорванный ведь)
Мы чисто гоним беса с этих тупых придурков
Пацы-манекены, суки хотят быть куклами
Снова козырнёшь своими дешёвыми мутками
(Не один ты там взорванный)
I'm in your life, I'ma fuck that shit up (What?)
Is that your crib?
I'ma wet that bitch up (Yeah?)
Pick up the shells, nigga, I won't get caught (No)
You can't find me, you cannot search me up (No)
So I'm going crazy (What?)
Graow, graow, graow, graow, graow
You cannot find me (What?)
Graow, graow, graow, graow, graow