Lyrics
Ahhh yeah yeah yeah
Ooooooooooooo oh ohhhhh
Oh the numbers I've ran on this line tell me why would I sign
Ohhh, when the sun goes down we make a killing off of white
I'm serving tt Flake
Tell your mates, that I'm gon' be around
And I got food, for those users
I got this flicky too
Don't be stupid, hmmm
Cause I get blues from the trap
There's 4 yutes in this flat
Turning coke into crack
Whip a nine and get back
Mmmmmmmmmhmmmmm
Mmmmmmmmmhmmmmm
I got this flicky too
Don't be stupid, hmmm
Cause I get blues from the trap
There's 4 yutes in this flat
Turning coke into crack
Whip a nine and get back
Mmmmmmmmmhmmmmm
Mmmmmmmmmhmmmmm