Shotty Archive - Warsaw Lyrics

Chaos
Swear gang just popped like three
Rolling off the flat, we f*cked
370 dash outta the cut
V6
No you ain't catching us
I got bad habits
Like Nav
So what
We know he broke
He watching my cup
Matchin' my jeans
With ferro and chrome
Hop out the Burban
Four deep, what you on
Takin' a flight to Warsaw
Poppin oh yeah
When we landing
She say she from Moscow
Still working on her Spanish (¿cómo te llama'?)
I got some racks now
They can't understand it
And I swear you better watch out
Choppa doing damage
C-can't wait till them bands hit
That hoe on her fan shit (she really is)
She gon suck it up, just for some attention
Yeah
I can't hear a peep, in my new CC's
Yeah, know she a feen, she in love with the codeine
I been off x just like all week
Up all night no I can't sleep
We in the stu all day, good eats
In the hotel, I need new sheets
New air ones, don't need no crease
Old hoe said she "proud of me"
She wanna hit it and stay
She fell in love with the bank
Yeah bro mixed the Raf with the Ricky oh
She wanna come to the crib
Gimme becky, give dome
She give me that icky bro
Riding around in that spider
We ride in that drop
The roof go missing vro
We making hits oh
She wanna link
No
Heard yo shit ain't even pink
Woah
Swear gang just popped like three
Rolling off the flat, we f*cked
370 dash outta the cut
V6
No you ain't catching us
I got bad habits
Like Nav
So what
We know he broke
He watching my cup
Matchin' my jeans
With ferro and chrome
Hop out the Burban
Four deep, what you on
Takin' a flight to Warsaw
Poppin oh yeah
When we landing
She say she from Moscow
Still working on her Spanish (¿cómo te llama'?)
I got some racks now
They can't understand it
And I swear you better watch out
Choppa doing damage
C-can't wait till them bands hit
They on the internet switching they names
We on the interstate switching the lanes
The money attached to where I'm gon aim
They getting mad cause they can't relate
Shit so fast
We charging the eight
No bitch
Cannot restrain
Yeah I gotta run it up
Go get my money up
No you not on of us
Rocking that Palm
But riding the bus
Back in LA
You was talkin' it up
Now you be duckin'
When we pulling up
Just for a band or sum
Yeah switch on ya mans
For what?
Swear gang just popped like three
Rolling off the flat, we f*cked
370 dash outta the cut
V6
No you ain't catching us
I got bad habits
Like Nav
So what
We know he broke
He watching my cup
Matchin' my jeans
With ferro and chrome
Hop out the Burban
Four deep, what you on
Takin' a flight to Warsaw
Poppin oh yeah
When we landing
She say she from Moscow
Still working on her Spanish (¿cómo te llama'?)
I got some racks now
They can't understand it
And I swear you better watch out
Choppa doing damage
C-can't wait till them bands hit