Letras
Every time I touch your bag, It got me reminiscing Yeah, stab you in your back, you gotta pay attention
I be quick to give my last, that's why I'm stayin' distant I can't think about my past, cause the time tickin
I just re-rocked a brick, now a line missin' I just beat from the back, now her spine missin
Last time I seen bro was eightth grade, now he got life sentence
It's a Gen five pocket rocket, it's only five inches She got hella mad, came in my spot and she seen five bitches
Cut her off cause she can't get with the program You ain't up to bag, you ain't never booked a hotel
Tell him drop the price if I cop it, then it's wholesale
I ain't never been the type, man, I feel like Ray Srem Told the plug, drop the price, I'm like, bro, this ain't him
1,200 on the kicks, man, I used to rock Tim's How you say you ballin' out, you could barely touch rim
How you say you pushin' weight, you ain't never touched gym This bitch try to tell me wait, I'm like, bitch, you ain't Tems
Used to sin everyday, I might fuckin' sin again And this bitch tryna kick it, I need a guard for my shin