Lyrics
(Olami)
Yeah
SRT, still rich and thuggin', you know how the fuck we rockin', man
Probably beatin' up a nigga block, yeah, it ain't shit
I rap, but I'll still get out
I ain't got prove no point, all them niggas dead, ayy
Uh
Just bail out Drac', uh, uh, uh, Drac'
I'm gonna go and bail out with Drac', uh, gang
Drivin' a dangerous amount of speed, feelin' Lucki, he dump off lean (off lean)
All my hoes come two a piece just like my kicks and my Amiri jeans
Get the lo', then we creepin' up on him, we ain't tryna talk, there ain't such a thing
Uh, whoever said the Glock ain't come with none of that, now this bitch got a stick and a beam
Bail out the back, know we making a scene (rrah)
Uh, left his shit swell like a pumpkin
Switch gang, we ain't doin' no tusslin', shots let off, now them fuck boys runnin'
I'ma stack every dollar and kill every man in the way, this shit ain't bout' nothing
Uh, Chuckyy came from nothing (you know that)
Uh, for real, facts (facts)
Mama birthday, I gave her the racks (the racks)
Next month, I'ma cop her a 'Lac (skrrt)
Eighteen, bought my own Scat Pack, me and lil' cuz just hop and snatch him
Uh, I tweaked and my whole life changed, I think I'm in love with a dancer
Got a bitch and, yeah, I stamp it, she pretty as fuck, she callin' me handsome
Uh, thick bitch tryna have my child, I met her at Smurk show, body scream tap her (okay)
Glock 40 give a nigga his wings, let it off, go, that's why they can't stand me
That's why I moved out of the 'Raq, gotta steady watch over my back
Put I ain't never duck no rec, when I land in the 'Raq, still post where I'm at (no bap)
Nigga move wrong, he get stretched (bah)
All I gotta do is send a text (where you at?)
All I gotta do is make a call (brr)
Like a pill, nigga get dissolved (brr, brr)
Somethin' swept, chillin' with my dogs (gang)
Gotta have a pour of drink in tall (gang)
My money like eighty long (eighty)
Go deep in a Tom Brady all (uh)
Uh, drown in the cup, bitch, Chuckyy the tweaker, these lil' niggas lost in the sauce (gang)