Letras
The XD clip gon' shoot, I ain't got no jumper (I ain't got no jumper)
Not a Hyundai, my shit dumber, say SRT all over my bumper
My car fast, the police don't like me
Said, "Boy, hit the gas, you know it excite me"
Fine shit in my passenger, to my liking
That boy got checked on his block, like Nike
This ice on my neck, it cost a light ninety
Ran up, Glock flash in his face like lights
Red Hellcat, doing a hunnid', I'm not trying
Why the fuck you said you went to Johnny Dang, you lying
Bust down my wrist, these hunnids, they all mine
Me and gang plottin', getting rich at the same time
You a lame-ass nigga, heard it through the grape vine
Too many Glocks, up yours, I'ma up mine
I'm in your hood, niggas saying I'm fine
I just poured up a 4 you sharing one line
How the fuck you tryna get rich? You don't even grind
Bitch boy tryna hide, I can see you online
Slapped the back of your head, lil' nigga, stop crying
Red kit Get in my car, I'm pulling up on time
Told her she can't link with me, she keep trying
I'll ball on an opp so hard, I beat Bron, nigga
D-d-dead boys all in my pocket (yeah)
Dead boys all in my pocket (yeah, yeah)
And the money keep going, hell nah, it's not stopping
In Miami right now, fuck a beach, I shop
That shit not za lil' nigga, I'm not copping
You bought that shit? Lil' boy, you not robbing
Up north with them sticks right now, I'm logic
That boy not gang no more, so I'm cropping (oh-oh-oh-yeah)