Survival Songtext
von Shakewell
Survival Songtext
MTM, hit ′em with heat
Bitch, it's still ACAB, I ain′t fuckin' with the Five-O
Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed
Who this? Who that? You be foldin′ like a Bible
New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival
Bitch, it′s still ACAB, I ain't fuckin′ with the Five-O
Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed
Who this? Who that? You be foldin′ like a Bible
New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival
This a big pistol on me, pull the trigger, watch 'em scream
Yeah, I′m really what I talk, just see these diamonds on my teeth
I got full clip, thirty shots, watch it dunk
I'ma head-shooter, knock your top off
My Oxys like my shooters, they really slidin' shit
I can′t see no opp in public, they just hide and bitch
My migo love me in the trap, I made a sales pitch
Fish scale, stepped on, watch a mans glitch
Fifty on the Rollie, that′s a bust down
I can't keep on floodin′ out 'cause I′m too scared to drown
I'm a dog, I′m a dog, no Georgetown
He like an umpire, finna catch rounds
Bitch, it's still ACAB, I ain't fuckin′ with the Five-O
Fifty plus shots, I can hit ′em with my eyes closed
Who this? Who that? You be foldin' like a Bible
New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival
Bitch, it′s still ACAB, I ain't fuckin′ with the Five-O
Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed
Who this? Who that? You be foldin′ like a Bible
New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival
Hit the strip, new clip, keep it on me 'case they pressin'
This an XD .40, I don′t play with Smith & Wessons
Long range, broad day, it don′t matter, watch me stretch him
Yeah, I'm still two and oh, why they try to make me felon?
I got love for my gang, ain′t no way that I could tell 'em
Bitch, it′s death before dishonor, since a jit what I be reppin'
Big steppin′ in Adidas, yeah, I put the Gucci down
Got twenty, thirty pairs, only wear 'em in the house
She could never be the one, can't turn a hoe into a spouse
Aw shit, spilled a pint of lean upon my brand new couch
She could never be the one, can′t turn a hoe into a spouse
Aw shit, spilled a pint of lean upon my brand new couch
Bitch, it′s still ACAB, I ain't fuckin′ with the Five-O
Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed
Who this? Who that? You be foldin′ like a Bible
New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival
Bitch, it's still ACAB, I ain′t fuckin' with the Five-O
Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed
Who this? Who that? You be foldin′ like a Bible
New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival
Bitch, it's still ACAB, I ain′t fuckin' with the Five-O
Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed
Who this? Who that? You be foldin′ like a Bible
New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival
Bitch, it′s still ACAB, I ain't fuckin′ with the Five-O
Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed
Who this? Who that? You be foldin′ like a Bible
New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival
This a big pistol on me, pull the trigger, watch 'em scream
Yeah, I′m really what I talk, just see these diamonds on my teeth
I got full clip, thirty shots, watch it dunk
I'ma head-shooter, knock your top off
My Oxys like my shooters, they really slidin' shit
I can′t see no opp in public, they just hide and bitch
My migo love me in the trap, I made a sales pitch
Fish scale, stepped on, watch a mans glitch
Fifty on the Rollie, that′s a bust down
I can't keep on floodin′ out 'cause I′m too scared to drown
I'm a dog, I′m a dog, no Georgetown
He like an umpire, finna catch rounds
Bitch, it's still ACAB, I ain't fuckin′ with the Five-O
Fifty plus shots, I can hit ′em with my eyes closed
Who this? Who that? You be foldin' like a Bible
New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival
Bitch, it′s still ACAB, I ain't fuckin′ with the Five-O
Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed
Who this? Who that? You be foldin′ like a Bible
New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival
Hit the strip, new clip, keep it on me 'case they pressin'
This an XD .40, I don′t play with Smith & Wessons
Long range, broad day, it don′t matter, watch me stretch him
Yeah, I'm still two and oh, why they try to make me felon?
I got love for my gang, ain′t no way that I could tell 'em
Bitch, it′s death before dishonor, since a jit what I be reppin'
Big steppin′ in Adidas, yeah, I put the Gucci down
Got twenty, thirty pairs, only wear 'em in the house
She could never be the one, can't turn a hoe into a spouse
Aw shit, spilled a pint of lean upon my brand new couch
She could never be the one, can′t turn a hoe into a spouse
Aw shit, spilled a pint of lean upon my brand new couch
Bitch, it′s still ACAB, I ain't fuckin′ with the Five-O
Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed
Who this? Who that? You be foldin′ like a Bible
New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival
Bitch, it's still ACAB, I ain′t fuckin' with the Five-O
Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed
Who this? Who that? You be foldin′ like a Bible
New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival
Writer(s): Michele Scatamacchia, Andrew Adolph Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
