Letras
Talk stupid and get stole on
skinny jeans
Big glock and a big bank roll on
I hit the trap in to throw my pole on
Fuck twitter talk
You can get rolled on
Fuck all that pretty boy rap
Bitch im bringing gutta back
I gave it off consignment
Than bring my butter back
Running from the cops with rock
Like a runner back
RAH B In the streets
They dont want none that
If i loose a fight we gotta run it back
550 mercedes
Bitch its all black
Blitz ya trap
Set up shop
And make you buy it all back
If I aint a hotboy
Than what do you call that
You gone get your ass smashed
For thinking this all rap
You call yourself a dboy
And stuck on the same pack
Id rather chill with lions
Than chill with some damn rats
30 minutes in the streets
I done made me some damn racks
Dope sold money fold
Im not taking no grams back
Your bitch is out of line
Come get her
Cause she"ll get slapped
If i got to say it nicer
Imma give her face some dap
Make a couple off this rap shit and fall back
Imma make juvie proud when that nigga hear this track
30 in this 40 with a dick in lap
I be dropping hits now
I do it back to back
When I sign that deal
Im give my peoples racks
Talk stupid and get stole on
Skinny jeans
Big glock and a big bank roll on
I hit the trap in to throw my pole on
Fuck twitter talk
You can get rolled on
I say what I what want
Because my paper right
Play with my day ones
You wont see the night
Ill probably get me a brightlon
Because that bitch bright
I swear im drunk as bitch