Letras
Remember days trynna throw 5 just ta roll a peener
Now im rolling big ass 3.5s i smoke it ta da stinger
Bustdown, every single bow, I like to sell off peters
Yo hoop D cost my fucking kicks, I like expensive sneakers
Bitch steady running and she open, she a wide receiver
I just seen the opps out in public, gave da middle finger
Bitch, I be thuggin' where it's cold, but I got a heater
Ryan said he wanna sip, some drink, we pourin by da liter
When it's said and done, they hang my jersey, bitch, I feel like Jeter
42 years up in the pen, Unky ain't a singer
Fuck, I forgot my scale
Buffs white, like a picket fence them bitches bright as hell
Went from cops and robbers, hide and seek, and now you hide and tell
White boy steady on the grind, I'm finna grind on real
ZA morant up in this wood bitch im high ash
Give me 20 minutes, up your stash, I'm finna catch a sale
Catch a sale
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No, brody, tell me I'm the hardest i just play it cool
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No, brody, tell me I'm the hardest, I just play it cool
And I got hands, but if it's that, then I can play the tool
Unky out at night, he serving fiends, but he just play it smooth
Might hit the booth, get in that bag, I be done, found my groove
They used to doubt it turn me up, I got some shit to prove
Heard doggy tryna up the ten, but I am not amused
Whole pint inside a cup, you pour the deuce
They don't wanna get into it, heard them boys, they call the truce
Crack the seal and poured it up, I mixed the , wok inside the juice
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Left doggy shaking in his boots
Girly ass type ta stuff the script and brodie ass get it loose
Unkie hit the cup with green, and he get active think he bruce
You ain't uppin as u seem, I know the real bitch tell the truth
And girly asss a solid ten, I'm still gon' pass it
see my brodie opne for the big shot, I had to pass it
Bro a shooter and the driver, either way, this shit a basket
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