32 by Chief Los Lyrics
HOOK
Niggas be thinking we hoes
Until we let 32 go
Now add up the score
Lit up that nigga his body smoking like a black
We gave that boy 32 holes
Run up a check
I fuck it off and get it back
That’s 32 bands fa that ass
I’m counting this cash
You niggas broke an i just laugh
You better get offa yo ass (x2
Roll up the bag
These Niggas phony I’ll pass
Can’t kick it cause you is a fan
I’m counting this cash
Tryna run up a lil bag
Tryna count all of my ends
Hit me up say she tryna get high smoke a blunt
I told that Lil hoe she a nut
Get you some funds then
You can hmu cause i slide with the killa I plug
An I Stay pullin up
Glocks with all type of additions
Extensions ain’t even enough
If he running up
Lord I hope he said a prayer cause he damn near ran outta luck
Bussin her up
....
She like how I ride
She wanna play with my gun
She don’t know I gotta slide I just made a play I just came to buss in her guts
You Talking them bands Better up it
Fuck 12 do the dash ina summer
Hit a stain just to count a few numbers
Yo bitch on my dick must’ve heard i be thumbing
(Bridge)
Niggas be thinking we hoes
Until we let 32 go
Now add up the score
Lit up that nigga his body smoking like a black
We gave that boy 32 holes
Run up a check
I fuck it off and get it back
That’s 32 bands fa that ass
I’m counting this cash
You niggas broke an i just laugh
You better get offa yo ass
Hook)
Niggas be thinking we hoes
Until we let 32 go
Now add up the score
Lit up that nigga his body smoking like a black
We gave that boy 32 holes
Run up a check
I fuck it off and get it back
That’s 32 bands fa that ass
I’m counting this cash
You niggas broke an i just laugh
You better get offa yo ass. (x2
Verse 2)
Niggas be thinking I’m playing I got this new Glock with a cane
Do not make me aim
Yea These bitches know the game
They just tryna fuck for the fame
Don’t cap on my name
Shooters wit me ina back of that thang so don’t cap with the gang
Cock it back and it bang
Couple shots let it rang
BAHH
Hit the floor like I’m Robbing a bank
...
You niggas blow smoke on my name
When all I wanna do is touch a lil green
That’s why all my poles got a name
Run up get hit with that 44 thats frank
I’m riding lowkey with my gang
Hit the gas do the dash no breaks
Ofn we might die today
Momma say she pray fa me
This Glock here gon spray fa me
If niggas think it’s swisher sweet
Ain’t never need a pole before but now I’m in these streets
Niggas tryna come for me
On gang this shit ain’t nun sweet
Rip Kevin I’ll be damned i let em take me
Hook)
Niggas be thinking we hoes
Until we let 32 go
Now add up the score
Lit up that nigga his body smoking like a black
We gave that boy 32 holes
Run up a check
I fuck it off and get it back
That’s 32 bands fa that ass
I’m counting this cash
You niggas broke an i just laugh
You better get offa yo ass
Niggas be thinking we hoes
Until we let 32 go
Now add up the score
Lit up that nigga his body smoking like a black
We gave that boy 32 holes
Run up a check
I fuck it off and get it back
That’s 32 bands fa that ass
I’m counting this cash
You niggas broke an i just laugh
You better get offa yo ass (x2
Roll up the bag
These Niggas phony I’ll pass
Can’t kick it cause you is a fan
I’m counting this cash
Tryna run up a lil bag
Tryna count all of my ends
Hit me up say she tryna get high smoke a blunt
I told that Lil hoe she a nut
Get you some funds then
You can hmu cause i slide with the killa I plug
An I Stay pullin up
Glocks with all type of additions
Extensions ain’t even enough
If he running up
Lord I hope he said a prayer cause he damn near ran outta luck
Bussin her up
....
She like how I ride
She wanna play with my gun
She don’t know I gotta slide I just made a play I just came to buss in her guts
You Talking them bands Better up it
Fuck 12 do the dash ina summer
Hit a stain just to count a few numbers
Yo bitch on my dick must’ve heard i be thumbing
(Bridge)
Niggas be thinking we hoes
Until we let 32 go
Now add up the score
Lit up that nigga his body smoking like a black
We gave that boy 32 holes
Run up a check
I fuck it off and get it back
That’s 32 bands fa that ass
I’m counting this cash
You niggas broke an i just laugh
You better get offa yo ass
Hook)
Niggas be thinking we hoes
Until we let 32 go
Now add up the score
Lit up that nigga his body smoking like a black
We gave that boy 32 holes
Run up a check
I fuck it off and get it back
That’s 32 bands fa that ass
I’m counting this cash
You niggas broke an i just laugh
You better get offa yo ass. (x2
Verse 2)
Niggas be thinking I’m playing I got this new Glock with a cane
Do not make me aim
Yea These bitches know the game
They just tryna fuck for the fame
Don’t cap on my name
Shooters wit me ina back of that thang so don’t cap with the gang
Cock it back and it bang
Couple shots let it rang
BAHH
Hit the floor like I’m Robbing a bank
...
You niggas blow smoke on my name
When all I wanna do is touch a lil green
That’s why all my poles got a name
Run up get hit with that 44 thats frank
I’m riding lowkey with my gang
Hit the gas do the dash no breaks
Ofn we might die today
Momma say she pray fa me
This Glock here gon spray fa me
If niggas think it’s swisher sweet
Ain’t never need a pole before but now I’m in these streets
Niggas tryna come for me
On gang this shit ain’t nun sweet
Rip Kevin I’ll be damned i let em take me
Hook)
Niggas be thinking we hoes
Until we let 32 go
Now add up the score
Lit up that nigga his body smoking like a black
We gave that boy 32 holes
Run up a check
I fuck it off and get it back
That’s 32 bands fa that ass
I’m counting this cash
You niggas broke an i just laugh
You better get offa yo ass