Letras
(Who the fuck is—)
(Hehehe)
Yeah, I pop one, then pop two
Yeah, I pop one, then pop two
Yeah, I pop one, then pop two
Yeah, I can't even feel my face
Yeah, I pop one, then pop two
Got a .38 on my waist
And I made that Trackhawk race
Nigga talking, but what did you say?
Nigga, say that lil' shit to my face
Ain't gon' beat his ass, we got this 'K
You saw me, you ain't say shit
Nigga, you pussy, the case closed
I'm finna block this bitch
This ho just want my queso
We at your spot, get hit
We sent the .48, 10-4
I told the doc' I'm sick
Tryna see what this Tris hitting for
I got a big ass stick
It's going on and on, got inches
Shawty, she sucking my dick
She said it's long, it's long, got inches
We Luca Brasi his shit
Now yo' ass sleep with the fishes
Winning and shit like the Pistons
I ain't have no pot to piss in
These niggas soft
I fuck that bitch on the floor right to my song
Shawty, you already know my money long
Stack that shit up, look like mold
Yeah, stack that shit up, look like mold
Too much grabba
I done fucked up the ratio
I fucked that bitch, no felatio
I got a stick, make a nigga do cardio
I brought this bitch in the party, ho
Fucked your bitch, I got this lil' shit on video
Then I took her to the studio
He on the internet making scenarios
Fat as the fuck like Lil TerRio
I'm sick as fuck, nigga, like I got polio
And we skrt off in a stoley, ho
No, I can't trade on the gang like embargo
I got some brothers in Buffalo
I'm high as fuck, nigga, just like Bizzaro
And I just hit me a evil ho, yeah
I got some racks, but I need some more
You saw me, you ain't say shit
Nigga, you pussy, the case closed
I'm finna block this bitch
This ho just want my queso
We at your spot, get hit
We sent the .48, 10-4
I told the doc' I'm sick
Tryna see what this Tris hitting for