Songtext von MMG Untouchable

When you get a lil' paper, get ready for haters They standing in line, they all suffer from vapors I got me a ghost, I took off the tint Bitch look at my face, I'm a grown ass man I'm buying real estate and I'm building my plans Can't name a realer place, going gram for gram And all the killers hate, know who the fuck I am Look in a nigga face, watch me count my grams My dog my trigger mate, and we bout them games I'm talking trigger play never safe for lames Just beat another charge, made 'em drop that case My lawyers going hard, a nigga versus the state Just bought another car, had to drop that top For 200 dollars, she'll suck that cock Cause when you seen with me I'mma up that stock I got that green with me, Gucci got those blocks A nigga cheese dripping, I like my nachos hot As far as green niggas, yeah you might get got Breaking down my key, trying to see me the most Greenhouse on the couch, nigga seeing me toast Niggas making the threats, you could put 'em on Twitter But out of respect I handle mine like a killer I'm running the city like a pair of new J's Maybe the patent 11's, I got these hoes in a daze Panamera parade, sippin Cir'c lemonade Baby drop me a eighth and baby boy straight In the back of the ghost, I can't hear no whispers In the back of your mind you wanna be that nigga