Letras
Took a fine shit to the city
Falling in love when she met me
These niggas rapping like trannies
I might fuck around get me a grammy
We could go band for band
But you begging for pennies you going out sad
Security carry a bag to the Benz
While I'm with a ho going out back
Photographer taking some bullshit flicks
Then he might be turning up dead (we shot his ass)
And the plug just landed I call up my niggas
They finna be cutting for days
Mexican thang the baddest (flavor)
Stepping like I'm hispanic too
I couldn't leave them abandoned (R Kelly)
Pop out and do the dirt-, dirt (I promise)
Party that body to six (woah)
Whipping that grip outlandish (I'm saying)
Slamming that shit no Denny's (tension)
Slamming that gas insane (and say gang)
Remember the sleepless nights
I stay up and drove for some nostalgia
Cartier thing ain't style to me
I got too many box like sardines
Told my youngin I'm proud of him
He got poon from ten different shawties
Hit a Europeanian star to me
I got more Goyard they allow me
Relay the spending all to me
Then I ATM to start the day
It's somethin'
Yeah, you dig
Popping that shit like even it's fake
Like I was Kodak Black
Tip for myself when the young niggas paid
They really go where I said
Think you the baddest you gettin humbled quick
If you come around to the set
The city got baddest bitches, the stereo
Blowing we going out mad
Bring all her friends in, count that
Burn that, run it back packed It's hard to see
President, king size, counting camels
Hell of a night with barbies
Been with two man you is virgin to me
Like I'm practicing, sexing, sexing, wait
You know the way I'm living faded since trenches
Dangerous, dangerous, dangerous