Letras
Spilling syrup on my pants, I think I need sleep
Clearly I'm a sly nigga, he ain't seen me
Givenchy shirt cost me a grip with this a White T
Too much drink in my system, I need a IV
I got game, I'm shooting niggas like I'm Spike Lee
It's crazy how niggas don't like me, but like my type beats
A ounce of cookies, I'm smoking, I need some more leafs
Lean junkie, I'm pouring, I only want cream
Drive the Wraith like a trackhawk, I got road rage
Just got money, but I'm on my grind, so I want more pape
But these niggas pockets got no dollars, why they watching me
Stars on the roof, big chain, I'm in a countin' G's
I took his bitch, can't get her back, I got lots of dough
I'm in the trap, teaching lessons, what you wanna know
I don't pay his chain no attention, It don't weigh nothing
Niggas see we got tension, but don't say nothing
She wanna go on shopping sprees, tryna penny pinch her
Niggas tell her fairy tales, I really live this shit
Her ass fat, I bossed her up, cause she bad enough
I'm counting Money, Niggas mad, they ain't had enough
Gucci bucket hat, the shoes, say Gucci too
Heavy blowers, heavy cubans, when we pushing through
Cover your eyes, my jewlery dance, this is a light show
The drakeo sitting on my lap, cause it's a micro
Spilling syrup on my pants, I think I need sleep
Clearly I'm a sly nigga, he ain't seen me
Givenchy shirt cost me a grip with this a White T
Too much drink in my system, I need a IV
I got game, I'm shooting niggas like I'm Spike Lee
It's crazy how niggas don't like me, but like my type beats
A ounce of cookies, I'm smoking, I need some more leafs
Lean junkie, I'm pouring, I only want cream