We (Draft 4) ft. Greg Streettt Lyrics

I'm a bachelor

Looking for a Madonna, with the Adams apple

Talk a lotta crazy ill shit so don't start about 'em

Pretty hard core

I was born an arranger

Get outta here, cuz motherfucker, you're in danger

Bodies in the woods, been found by rangers

In the day, at the park

I'll hang ya

Then date ya, fuck around and penetrate ya

I might rip ya

Wait, wait, kids is listening

I'm just bitching, kissing

Kissing ass for you and your ass man

Understand, I'm the black man

I go fast in these lanes

Switch em', hit them

Diss em', kiss em'

Fuck em', why you love em'?

Homie I can't stuck em', with knifes

Because they got no bezels on

I flame-throw they faces off

I caught a flame on, and understand what we on

I'm outta here, I really am

Swats at the door, with my shooters in the front

Got a bitch in the back

Cap a hoe with a gat

My squad really creep

Never stoppin' in the street

Got the money on my mind, cuz my homies gotta eat

Whole body on the floor, search warrants at the door

We don't really fuck around with the badges at the door

Yeah, she wear a two-piece and she leakin' out the top

Talkin' shit about the mob, you get a meeting with the mop

Look at that back, uh

You a snitch

Goin' through the mud and now I'm swaggin' on a bitch

Solid gold chain, I keep a dagger with my clique

Mobbin' through the hood, my hoe be foreign in this shit

I'm rollin' up a wood, I smoke a wood, like all of this, yeah

Runnin' through the bank, I got a dyke up in this bitch

She lookin' at my chain, I got my chain, its trilla shit, yeah

Purple in my cup, I'm sippin' drank up in this bitch, bitch

Swats at the door, with my shooters in the front

Got a bitch in the back

Cap a hoe with a gat

My squad really creep

Never stoppin' in the street

Got the money on my mind, cuz my homies gotta eat

Whole body on the floor, search warrants at the door

We don't really fuck around with the badges at the door

Yeah, she wear a two-piece and she leakin' out the top

Talkin' shit about the mob, you get a meeting with the mop

Round table, full of the knights

Drawed singes, claws of the night

Sold to ya, light as a day

Swear to ya, ignite everything

Round table, full of the knights

Drawed singes, claws of the night

Sold to ya, light as a day

Swear to ya, ignite everything