Lyrics
'Preme socks with the jeans rocks on my wrist gleam
Bean pop see her knees drop she gon' take D
Mean thot giving me top
But she taken
Please stop she don't need props
For her faking
Yeah
Hey all these other rappers pigeon food
360 said you been ready till they let you loose
Cannot lie
Some of y'all got talent I can't scrutinize
But if we talking movements I swear no ones close to moving mine
Skurt out the way
You do not wanna get cocky wit it
Squirt onna face
Wit dem dick we getting cocky wit it
Dirt on my name
If you told me I won't prolly listen
What comes with fame?
Found that out I don't got problems with it
Now I'm in the ocean got me sea sick
Booked on a Norwegian
Saw the figures and I see six
Shawty came between us didn't love her only seen sex
My team full of leaders and we above all of the rejects
Roll em up
Dead mans in this blunt so imma smoke em up
Hold em up
Me and all my guys we are the chosen ones
Folding ya
We the ones in MidVille who patrolling ya
If you waving red I'm flipping birds like this Podgorica
Preme socks with the jeans rocks on my wrist gleam
Bean pop see her knees drop she gon' take d
Mean thot giving me top
But she taken
Please stop she don't need props
For her faking
Pre-Preme socks with the jeans rocks on my wrist gleam
Bean pop see her knees drop she gon' take d
Mean thot giving me top
She taken
Props for her faking