Letra de Black Beatles - D-Block Europe

Hat back, trap back, flicky, back out

Turn my auntie's kitchen to a trap house

7Up, muddy, I drop four ounce

Hat back, trap back, Cali, four pounds

Listen, my dear, I'm big league

Gotta move like Michelle Obama if you're fuckin' with me

Leave the lil' boys to the toys

Where I take you, it's 2K a night for the suite

Sharks in the tank while we eat

Pick a lobster live, bon appétit

I put the latest laces on her feet

Let her link her friends and take the Jeep (Skrrt)

Yeah, hundred-K chain look retarded

I trap with the Yardies and Malis

I'm antisocial, I don't party

Rather blow the bag overseas

Eleven Rollies, Richards, AP's

My cleaner said I'm goin' crazy (I'm gone)

My old hoe jealous, probably hates me (Yeah)

Wouldn't piss on her if she paid me

Hat back, trap back, flicky, back out

Turn my auntie's kitchen to a trap house

7Up, muddy, I drop four ounce

Hat back, trap back, Cali, four pounds

I don't lean when I sip 'cause I quit so we ain't with the styrofoam (No way)

I won't drive with the stick but I'm tellin' my hitter to slide close (Slide)

New timepiece, put a hundred on each, still get the time wrong (Yeah)

Darlin', I come up like I was with Meech, I put those guys on (Ya dig?)

I said I'm a rockstar, well, baby, I can (Ski)

I used to sell rocks at the top of the stairs, stairs

Was chasin' a big red bus, now the petty's and skelly's a buss (Ski)

Fitted Amiri's, a must

Beezo's crazy, baby, I don't wanna discuss (Ugh)

Hat back, trap back, flicky, back out

Turn my auntie's kitchen to a trap house

7Up, muddy, I drop four ounce

Hat back, trap back, Cali, four pounds

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