Letras
Stevie on the motherfucking beat, bitch
Where I come from it can get treacherous
I keep a K, I'm not the alphabet
I'm selling B's, I'm not a letterman
I got a money machine, I'm still counting it
Heard they want smoke when they see me, I'm doubting it
Be where you is still hot but I'm shouting it
Head is a talent she need so I'm scouting it
We barely talk but I keep this bitch mouth in it
Dog food often come out my pores
Never did it but I cut it like sores
You the plug? Lil' nigga, you sure?
What's a plug? Trapping diesels of course
What's a plug if it don't got the cord?
LV's on me like I was lorked
I carry Glocks for a walk to the store
I know there's opps and the cops think I'm George
I ain't down for police MMA
If you block hustling then you in the way
If I'm block hustling then the block is the weight
Trap god but in God I got faith
Rich flexing but I hustle like Ace
My nephew young, he'll shoot you like Trae
He's 15, what the fuck is a case?
I'm home now, I might slide on your face
I don't want kids, let me nut on your face
Don't spit me out, I ain't got it to waste
I'm in this foreign, fiends fill up the tank
From 2010, they still giving me thanks
If you reading this now then it's probably too late
What the fuck, I must've thought I was Drake
I got my work, work, work in her place
And keep her far, far away from my safe
These is pockets bubbled up like the vapors
Off-White in the pot, I'm a baker
Broski stain, that's my blood, I ain't blazer
All hundreds, brand new like I made 'em
I might lick her, swear to God I won't chase her
Hit her raw then I might as well tase her
Heads nothing, that don't mean that I date her
Bitch can hit her after the moment I played her
G-Shock, now my Rollie a glacier
Fuck around and I might sink the Titanic
I won't save her just 'cause Pop ain't romantic
And Leonardo just wasn't a savage
I grew up thugging, right next door was a bandit
Grew up thugging, my right hand was a bandit
In my city having zippers is average
Gucci zippers on the side of my baggage
Where I come from it can get treacherous
I keep a K, I'm not the alphabet
I'm selling B's, I'm not a letterman
I got a money machine, I'm still counting it
Heard they want smoke when they see me, I'm doubting it
Be where you is still hot but I'm shouting it
Head is a talent she need so I'm scouting it
We barely talk but I keep this bitch mouth in it
Dog food often come out my pores
Never did it but I cut it like sores
You the plug? Lil' nigga, you sure?
What's a plug? Trapping diesels of course
What's a plug if it don't got the cord?
LV's on me like I was lorked
I carry Glocks for a walk to the store
I know there's opps and the cops think I'm George