歌詞
Grrt
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Ayo, ran up in the spot, twin Glocks, John Gotti mask
All matty boy, checkerboards on the body bag
Strawberry ass SKs on the back seat
All chrome top, tatted, running like a track meet
Willy crack top, see the Desert in the Prada pants
Chopper hit three blocks, stand the shit outta here
(Griselda by Fashion Rebels)
Ayo, baby TEC in one hand, Hagan in the other hand
Had to start whipping up just to go to Summer Slam
Penthouse in London, you can see the Buckingham
'Lo got a fresh tan, a nigga should've fucking ran (Free Luv)
Allah let my niggas free (Woo)
Allah let my niggas free (Free my niggas)
You say the same thing your name in me (Woo)
I see the same thing
Ayo, Simone Rocha, fold up TEC on the Portland sofa
My whole style doper (Woo)
Green dot coming from the Rover, where your brains at?
Then hop out, finish the job, I'm a maniac
Margiela numbers on the Glock, we had to scratch 'em off
An old nigga on the rec yard, reaching for the stars
This for my four 'til the clock count niggas
Who got the one, none of they bump
Allah let my niggas free
Allah let my niggas free
I see the same thing your name in me
I see the same thing your name in me (Woo)
I see the same thing
The hills have eyes, the hills have eyes
