Letra de Giannis Remix - Hurricane Wisdom

(Feat. Polo G)

(Bino)

Oh

Oh

Oh, oh, oh, ayy (Ayo, Kjay made that shit again)

I don't play cops and robbers (No)

Get behind this bitch, I'll dog you

Ayy, I wasn't too good at math

On God, I run with problem solvers

Ayy, ayy, bitch, I'm a moneyholic (Ayy)

Dope fiend, I need all that (Ayy)

Who bitch? Leave her fallin'

Gotta go, money callin'

Thirty-four, feel like Giannis (Yeah)

Dirty pole big as Giannis, hey

Niggas broke, that's beyond me ('Yond me)

Plenty shots, get on side me (Hey)

Plenty hoes, I don't party (Party)

In the 'yo more than Gotti (Gotti)

With the mic more than Scottie (Woah)

Plenty toys, nigga, try me (Hey)

Ayy, Star Buds, Marley, I smoke more than Marley

I say fuck a Foot Locker, I wan' go hit Marni (Hey)

Double cup look just like Barney, I live it, you record it

Daytime, I'm eatin' foreign, nighttime, I'm in a foreign (Hey)

New bitch just got imported, why she think she important?

Hey, whole time, you know I ain't gettin' her nothin', I like my bitches borin' (Hey)

G5, I'm damn near soarin'

I'm tired, I'm way too beat

Thick thighs, I know you eat

Baby, don't lie, I know you sleep

Ayy, ayy, when I get home, I just want dome, you already know I don't beat, ayy

And what you doin' with all that ass? I say come throw it on me

I know you know what I mean

Got plenty hoes and plenty cash, life ain't nothin', blew the fee

I hope you know that I don't

I don't play cops and robbers (No)

Get behind this bitch, I'll dog you

Ayy, I wasn't too good at math

On God, I run with problem solvers

Ayy, ayy, bitch, I'm a moneyholic (Ayy)

Dope fiend, I need all that (Ayy)

Who bitch? Leave her fallin'

Gotta go, money callin'

Thirty-four, feel like Giannis (Yeah)

Dirty pole big as Giannis, hey

Niggas broke, that's beyond me ('Yond me)

Plenty shots, get on side me (Hey)

Plenty hoes, I don't party (Party)

In the 'yo more than Gotti (Gotti)

With the mic more than Scottie (Woah)

Plenty toys, nigga, try me (Hey)

Penthouse, hotel party, got killers in your lobby

All my lil' bros'll wet your block, we turn your shit tsunami

Ten racks to fix her body, now this lil' bitch my Barbie

Forever locked in with my clique, lil' Too Turnt 'nem my army

Bossed up with my foot up, and I'm not alone, I got my switch

Niggas be tryna push up 'cause we off and on, that's still my bitch

Lot of shit got shook up, now it's too far gone, I cannot fix

Prayin', then I look up, shit, I can't condone nothin' on my list, uh

Chase rats like Tom and Jerry, face splat, your body carried

And now them highlights on the news, they makin' commentary

I'll spin your block, don't dare me, won't send no shots, he scary

I vow to never leave my gun, me and my Glock, we married

Ayy, I don't play cops and robbers (No)

Get behind this bitch, I'll dog you

Ayy, I wasn't too good at math

On God, I run with problem solvers

Ayy, ayy, bitch, I'm a moneyholic (Ayy)

Dope fiend, I need all that (Ayy)

Who bitch? Leave her fallin'

Gotta go, money callin'

Thirty-four, feel like Giannis (Yeah)

Dirty pole big as Giannis, hey

Niggas broke, that's beyond me ('Yond me)

Plenty shots, get on side me (Hey)

Plenty hoes, I don't party (Party)

In the 'yo more than Gotti (Gotti)

With the mic more than Scottie (Woah)

Plenty toys, nigga, try me (Hey)

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