Remotes by Thirtvvn Lyrics

(What the fuck)
Free my nigga chains
(Free my nigga three, ay
Free my nigga three)
Yeah

It ain't a joke
When I wipe the scene
I be off hella dope, hella coke
Got me in my feelings
Don't know how to cope (how to cope)
With the smoke
Never know
I be talking to her most
Cuz I can't control my life, so imma cop it for the low
X2

Cop some mojo, got a road hoe
Bitch
I'm feeling loco, but I need more dope
Bitch
I got the moto up in the photo
Look
This ain't a Volvo, this an Impala
Bitch
X2
I put my life
Up in the hands
Of all these sins
You might have a gang but is them niggas really yo friends
Would they ride for a homicide
Or would they hit a lick to makе a miss
Would they cry when its time to diе
Would they question when it's time to defend, hm
And I ain't reaching, I'm talking shit but I'm preaching
My life feelin' amazing
I fuck the world and she queefing
I'm feeling like Queen Latifa
I spark the cig for my demons
I'm aiming back at you niggas
Cuz imma die for a reason
And you might die cuz my aiming is strong
Kill if you wrong
Singing this song to leave me alone
If Jesus was wrong
Pick up the phone, the keys to the car
I drive to the church to preach to them all
And now we fall
(Bitch)
I like that, alright
(Now we fall) x2
Yeah