Lyrics
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, what)
Woke up felt like poppin'
Thinking bout hitting my ex today
Hit my line no pressure baby
White black diamonds they segregated
Yeah
Baby I'm fly like G6
Glock 19, gen 3 in the book bag, ain't no switchy in it
Yeah
I might hang up out the roof this an s550 baby
I ain't link up with my old hoe she been tripping lately
Stack my millions to the ceiling ain't no other option
I went hit the mall for a twenty ball cuz i felt like poppin'
(It's not r-g-h-v it's rghv)
Bringing my dawgs up with me, I can't never slack on this shit
You ain't with the regiment then get the fuck from round my district
She been playing with my heart, had to break hers, call it even
They lining up for my features, tell em all get in sequence
(Ugh)
Fuck it, nevermind
They want handouts all the time
I been turning that shit down
(Ugh)
Put my vids in 4 by 5
Only cinematic shots
It get like that at the top
(Oh, oh)
They turning up my drop
Been on this, could never stop
They tryna put me in a box
(Ooh)
Yeah, but I got too many styles
We not like the crowd, wipe em down just like a mop
(I wrote one song about her, she forgetting how to act)
(Bragging to her friends)
On her CF, whack
(Talking to her friends)
Like I need her, whack
(I'm busy bringing underground up)