Letras
Trank on that ish again
Back to the grill again
No time for wasteman, they bitches cause they feminine
Brown sugar cinnamon
Just like my women friend
Stay up on that cash ting no hate cause I'm living good
Shots if you're on yours
Small jaws, top floors
Some love, I hate y'all
Pissed out, champagne though
Everybody claiming now
While them constipated rappers be missing me when they famous
But alright, I'm doing me damn right
I'm doing me tight
Pounds on pounds so fam's nice
We jamming? We're jamming
Eating good
Just like we always should
Know me and how I stay
Sucka free out the gate
Been up on my jones
Scared money don't make it home
Streets they steady watching them bitches they wanna bone
In front of me they be plotting
I pray that I make it home
Just know I'm always ready for the ride like right
Worse before better
Worse before better
Them man they don't peck where I'm from
Brought down, get up
Knocked down, get up
If you on my vibe, catch on fire
Worse before better
Worse before better
Them man they don't peck where I'm from
Brought down, get up
Knocked down, get up
If you on my vibe, catch on fire
Just a likkle flex like
Boys wan' test like
I don't know they faking
They go on dates with a fleshlight
Coming to you live from the county of Prince George's
Where men learn how to live cause we comprehend it with depth like
Product of the witches to jump up out of the ditches
You better learn to step right, we don't believe in no forfeits
Yeah I come correct like
Every day is my best night
So let me get the cheque while you bother to do the dishes
I'm smarter than you predicted so quit it before you start it