متن آهنگ By Chance (feat. 21 Savage) از 21 Savage

متن آهنگ By Chance (feat. 21 Savage) از 21 Savage

(MuchoGotIt) ♪ We just pulled up on 'em We just got 'em by chance Thought he was a general, we got his five stars I cannot be winnin' and I let my guys starve Extended clip, twenty-five sparks Ran up in your office And we tear up five staff (haha, ha) Thought it was a joke Until we got the last laugh (last laugh) Tell me 'bout the numbers, give a fuck about charts These niggas fake, and they just play parts (haha, ha) I don't trust 'em, we fell out He would say we left him out (haha) I'm in every [double-s?] You just got the F&N out They in some pretentions vibe But me I'm from that mental side Where you pull up unidentified In a high, you're meant to slide Touch my little bro, it's gonna cost your right arm See all of these niggas in here Those are my dawgs I'm just doin' me So please don't cross on my path The bar I'm layin' low, don't stay on five palm Move it over there, that isn't me, I might pass Diss me once before and then again I'm like nah Got him one that's drivin', nigga hit a parked car They talk a good game but niggas half heart We just pulled up on 'em We just got 'em by chance Thought he was a general, we got his five stars I cannot be winnin' and I let my guys starve Extended clip, twenty-five sparks Ran up in your office And we tear up five staff Thought it was a joke Until we got the last laugh Tell me 'bout the numbers, give a fuck about charts These niggas fake, and they just play parts Smack a rapper Then we smack the entourage Layin' in your bushes (21) I got all camouflage Runnin' from the stick (21) I just gave 'em ass shots Spray a nigga team (pussy) Then we spray the mascots I got mad pulls from 6 to London (on God) Fuck the metal detector I still brought my gun in (on God) Hit her from the back You know I'm stickin' my thumb in (21) I heard you got questions And your ass start hummin' (pussy) We don't do no arguin', we bun 'em If you cross that line You know your ass is gettin' somethin' (facts) Hate to see her leave But I be lovin' when she comin' (on God) Fifty on the switch I might trip out and get to drummin' (grrt) Pussy (grrt) Drive by you rookie Wanna see me? book me (21) You mad 'cause your wifey choosin' Wanna give me cookie (21) When I get my Green Card I'm goin' straight to Brixton (on God) I don't do no hair But all my Glocks got extensions (21) We just pulled up on 'em We just got 'em by chance Thought he was a general, we got his five stars I cannot be winnin' and I let my guys starve Extended clip, twenty-five sparks Ran up in your office And we tear up five staff Thought it was a joke Until we got the last laugh Tell me 'bout the numbers, give a fuck about charts These niggas fake, and they just play parts (MuchoGotIt) ♪