Letras
(This shit's lit)
Yeah, huh, damn!
I'm on two of them crayons right now
Put a rack in my hands right now (wow)
Made a fan out the paper, it's 2-K
Every year, I'm gon' run it again
Ayy, like I give a fuck if I do it
They probably gon' run me that bail money right now (yeah)
Bitch, told him to get out my dip addict
We gon' find out exactly who bit baddie (wow)
I wrote this with my mask on, bitch
No, we not putting the tracks on, bitch (wow, what?)
They gon' tell him to catch up, pussy
I aimed down sights, I'ma smoke something fully (what?)
I got 12 on the backwood burning
You want me on a surf? Bitch, earn it
And I step in that venue, I need me to get out of something
Bruh, I feel perfect, yeah
Bitch, uh, I run it right back (wow)
Some of my smoke got cash in it, I feel better already (yeah)
Bitch, I get in no bags, need bitch ran in that steady (yeah)
In a motherfucker at the crib, until the whole bitch empty (yeah)
Bitch, uh, I run it right back (yeah)
Hit him on ten right there, he ain't
Even got blood left, bite back (yeah)
Get the fuck out the ground, I got racks that tell me
Yeah, get the fuck from around, bitch, uh, yeah
Ay, step in that room, I'm ready (wow, wow)
Pop me, you ain't got that many
That right, we can put on my TV (wow, yeah, wow)
Bitch, you better behind that lil' PC, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, you better behind that lil' CD, yeah (wow)
Bitch, give me that check, I did it (yeah)
'Bout nothing if it ain't 'bout business (yeah)
No love 'round here, can't risk it, yeah (yeah, yeah)
It's no love 'round here, can't risk it, yeah (yeah, uh)
I can't hate this life, I picked it, yeah
Talk 'bout me, you can't wake up daddy
Something 'bout putting me down, not that (wow)
I think they put three of y'all down, but they do hit cap
Cracked out babies gotta learn something
Too late now, can't learn nothing (wow)
And they brought that function and it get way too crowded
I got something inside just to air it out
As if I give a fuck what you care about
And he still don't know shit 'bout his whereabouts
Films and they probably gon' print him out (yeah, yeah)
Damn, films and they probably gon' print him out
I don't need the whole shit, I only need two out the dozen (two out the dozen)
No bags, two gags, everything on me just stuck to assumption
'Cause I keep a blade in the tuck of my jacket, I feel like I'm outside hunting
Y'all faggots been inside fronting
Broke lil' bitch, I been outside dumping (yeah)
Smoked out by lil' 3.5, get this shit get punching (huh)
Rocked southside of the club with my bitch in the back, ooh, fucking (huh)
Parkside seats, watch your step, hit threes when I see my reflection
Lil' fuck did E to a pleasure to me, so he won't get blessed (huh)
Do it a lot, so they mad as a bitch when they see that I'm winning (huh)
Ah, they capping a lot 'cause they always (huh)
Was saying it was death from beginning (huh)
Ha, they tried, we tried, swear to God that they did it
I was tryna make this shit my living
Only go to these highs, yeah, huh
Now we got it, juice up on all that shit to the body (yeah)
It's my sorry, probably come to this soon as I saw it (yeah)
I call my mama, only sister is X, ain't nothing (yeah)
She like, "Got it," how that fuck I'm on curry, it's Prada (huh)
Huh, designer, huh, I ain't even talking 'bout Panda (huh)
Hit the P with the ice in the seat, sip it 'til I hit stamina (huh)
All I see is shopping my thousands
Lil' bitch said I look like Santa (huh)
Sleeping in Fanta, lil' bro come pick your mans up
Ay, step in that room, I'm ready
Pop me, you ain't got that many
That right, we can put on my TV (damn, wow)
Bitch, you better behind that lil' PC, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, you better behind that lil' CD, yeah (wow)
Bitch, give me that check, I did it
'Bout nothing if it ain't 'bout business
No love 'round here, can't risk it, uh, yeah
It's no love 'round here, can't risk it, uh, yeah, uh
I can't hate this life, I picked it, uh, yeah