Paroles de Optics
(SKOTSKR)Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, we don't got no option, bitch already fitted my optics (Yeah)
How the fuck I ain't pop yet? Kept checkin' my pockets (Woah, woah)
Couldn't—, couldn't pick another target, I ain't even get the best part yet (Woo)
Walked in, got shit started, run it 'til I get what I want (Yeah, yeah)
Stuff racks in the carpet, bitch, couldn't buy more confidence (Woah)
Let 'em think that we forgot the shit, nah, fuck-shit permanent (Yeah)
Yeah (I remember where yo' family at) Yeah, bitch should've planned for that
And we around where you can't be at, pop through, I got a plan for that (Bow, yeah, bow)
Shit, flash, pop, pop, pop, pop
Momma ain't raise no bitch, heard that talk, talk (Yeah)
Bitch I'm wired, I wan' off some (Yeah, yeah)
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Shit, flash, pop, pop, pop, pop
Momma ain't raise no bitch, heard that talk, talk (Yeah)
Bitch I'm wired, I wan' off some (Yeah, yeah)
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Park outside his crib and light the block up (Bow, bow)
Bitch, I got my stocks up
Flip his fuckin' crib into a cemetery
They don't got the chalk, bro (Yeah)
I got time to spin again, and spin again, but not no time to talk tough (Yeah, yeah) Get the block jumpin', got a mag, dump it, bitch, hit the crowd, fuck it (Bow)
He want war, I love it, bet not run from it (Bet not—, bet not run from it)
Stuff racks in the carpet, bitch, couldn't buy more confidence (Woah)
Let 'em think that we forgot the shit, nah, fuck-shit permanent (Yeah)
Yeah (I remember where yo' family at) Yeah, bitch should've planned for that
And we around where you can't be at, pop through, I got a plan for that (Bow, yeah, bow)
Shit, flash, pop, pop, pop, pop
Momma ain't raise no bitch, heard that talk, talk (Yeah)
Bitch I'm wired, I wan' off some (Yeah, yeah)
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Shit, flash, pop, pop, pop, pop
Momma ain't raise no bitch, heard that talk, talk (Yeah)
Bitch I'm wired, I wan' off some (Yeah, yeah)
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Park outside his crib and light the block up (Bow, bow)
Bitch, I got my stocks up
Flip his fuckin' crib into a cemetery
They don't got the chalk, bro (Yeah)
I got time to spin again, and spin again, but not no time to talk tough (Yeah, yeah) Get the block jumpin', got a mag, dump it, bitch, hit the crowd, fuck it (Bow)
He want war, I love it, bet not run from it (Bet not—, bet not run from it)
