ToDinero - STL's Finest (feat. AyeSayJam)

Uh, that brand new scat came with some slick shit
I slapped the gas, erase the traction, I'm up out this bitch
I walk em down and turn em over, make sure I ain't miss
Got rods up in the whip, remember had rods in my fist
I took the whole thing, hours later, I feel it now
Meet me up at Tropicana, that's where it's going down
She act the stiff like she don't want me, I just crack a smile
Cause in a few days, I'ma be the one to take her down
Aw, shit, bitch, you know what happened, bitch, when Jammie, come around
Beat that pussy black and blue, then do my dance like Charlie Brown
Bitch, I'm hopping out the coupe like, who is you, bitch, walk em down
ARP makes she go poof like, doo-doo-doo, he in the ground
Like how that hat caught you in traffic, flipped yo whip it, and let you have it
For all that laughing, Glock 10, bitch, fully rapid
Up this bitch and let you have it
Bitch, I'll let you have it, before I leave, I gotta grab it
My gun came automatic, got to duck the feds, I'm problematic
Cut corners, slapping five, stay out traffic, dodge the street signs
Went on the drill, took off his leg, lucky he's still alive
I'ma hop out, then I crack the bitch, 50 shots out the Slapper Stick
Server the geeks we got em rationing, they fuck with T.O., they attached to shit
Ain't cracking twos, but if I see him, he gon' get his Karma
That bitch be on some hoe shit, and I know she got it from my mama
Hit the corner, blow shit up, hella firearms feel like Osama
Don't get it, drama, stop what he saying, like a comma
Out the window, hanging out, stop the V, I'm hopping out
Catch his ass and walk him down, that pussy, bet not make a sound
Bullets hit him, then they bounce, my trap look like a haunted house
We in your house, bitch, in and out, I don't want you, bitch, I want your mouth
All that hating, what's that about, Walk down, put five bitch in his mouth
Tie up your kids, beat up your spouse, I'm smoking weed, bitch, bout an ounce
I press the gas, the car gon bounce, it was going too fast, had to slow it down
I popped the perc, couldn't understand, he got popped for trying to be macho man
Head spinning, too damn fried, running the city, we walking down
Glock out of silencer, make no sound, catch my cut, put his ass in the ground
Skrt off the lot, then pick my bitch up, we come serve the block
Aim for his top, I left the scene, I seen his body drop
I beat the block, call him MJ, he be macho man
Geeks call my phone, they say I need it, I'ma slide on grand
50 shot, come out Kriss vec, I let it spray, I see my man
They hit the grave, when shit with TO, don't hit the fan
Glock19, no corona, pull up on him, then we blowin
He out of bounce, so we gon' show him
We take his pounds, we got a hoe him
How you want to beef, Bitch, I know where your damn momma stay
Pull up on her block, bitch, with that Glock and let that chopper spray
Hit him in his shit, he better pray, bitch, it's some heavy rain
Bitch, I work that stick, and don't get tired like my name Kevin Gates
I'm Kevin Gates, beat up the trap got to keep two phones
I had to block my old geeker, cause he won't leave me alone
It's District 314, say welcome to the murder zone
These hoes will set you up, don't let her look down at her phone
He fell a victim to that blicky, hop out, get him gone
I touched em up, fucked his face up, she say I'm dead wrong

Written by:
Aye SayJam, Todinero Music

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