Letras
Hey, bro
Hey
What the fuck is that
Hey, Semi go get that motherfucker
Knock, knock, knock
Who the fuck is that
Gotta be secure, so I approach with the strap
Big bro said, what's it with the streets
You can't go back
Oh, well
I'ma spell like wildfires in the trap
All the niggas that are down, we be stacking up them racks
You put out a 20
We like, what the fuck is that
And your bitch finesse you out yo guap
Bank under attack
That's why I stay alone
I can never get attached to prepare to do the work
I'll go and get the dirt
Sell a block through the hood like an orphan in the church
If a nigga test the game, that's the way he got his hearse
Hate to see his family all hurt
Gotta wear his shirt, but that's the way the shit go
Talk shit and get hurt
I can go to sleep
Gotta sell it by the third
He ain't getting money
Mm-mm, must've struck a nerve
How many times he failed the test was the lesson learned
Who the top shot
Huh
Nigga, you ain't heard
Pick your mans up
I heard he's slumped by the curb
Better get your bitch a brain, getting put to work
She so cold she taking souls out of body, not the earth
Got my legs now
Someone call a doc
Fuck a nurse
For her services, I'm leaving 40 somewhere by her purse
And baby, don't be slurred
I know you fell in love with the girth
I felt like Adam, but my riches wasn't eve diamonds in the dirt
I'm like old boy with this new Chop may may destroyed
I'm showing old niggas up, turning men into boys
I heard a lot of bullshit
Please turn down the noise
I know your bitch tired of you
Got her out here using toys
Knock, knock, knock
Who the fuck you said it was