Fleece Killers

Lyrics: SNIVVY Music: SNIVVY Arranger: SNIVVY Beast outta cage w da Louie V Spend that 30 on da jewelry Black on black that’s Louie tee I'm gon ball with no referee 50 on my phone I’m like who want it Opps on my back I’m like who check it Say wooooo that’s pop back at it Pull up in that Rover pussyass be ducking We gon run them over Wtf you saying Vv on me shit is shining With da p when I'm stepping Finna catch your ass lacking Bout to send yo ass to heaven Iced Amiri for the jeans See em boys be stressin' Pussyboys tryna be me Go find ur dawg in the debris 老子们稳起你在地上耍 Copy cat把我 flow具像化 I'm dripin look at my Richard mili I'm dripin look at my Richard mili Beast outta cage w da Louie V Spend that 30 on da jewelry Black on black that’s Louie tee I'm gon ball with no referee 50 on my phone I’m like who want it Opps on my back I’m like who check it Say wooooo that's pop back at it Idc what you talking abt When you finna see me Don’t tryna rumble with me I’m that beast outta cage **** that minimum wage Tryna set me up with your men 但是你娃刚耍完 xan I'm gon cook ya ass in the pan I'm doin' 80 in da 30 zone Flashed to your block like a tiger What you lookin' at You a stranger Need a MV with da drone Trauma in my head, I never let shown Talk to me you gotta watch your tone If you gon trouble me, it gotta be bone to bone If Glock30 on me, it gotta be pole to pole Neiman, 30 We be lurking that 60 Drop a band on Marni What you lookin' at You a goofy I'm outta cell, shit was muddy Now look at my VV shining Now look at my VV shining Beast outta cage w da Louie V Spend that 30 on da jewelry Black on black that’s Louie tee I'm gon ball with no referee 50 on my phone I’m like who want it Opps on my back I’m like who check it Say wooooo that’s pop back at it If I hand you the med you better eat It Balenci for the tag This ain't no Adidas Shawty just took an x and I'm taking the x she Bet we'll be geekin' Shoot the k like it's preheated Shoot at ya face no need for preachers Me and Brodie pulling up in the Beamer Bitch it's a two-seater Chrome on my neck Jesus pieces It feels like Jesus pieces but it ain't no Reese's pieces Pop out with fleeces ready to bleed them We be ready to Shooting Opps down Mess with us you playing with fire We Finna spin your block now