Letras
Yeah
Pussy niggas said they gon' kill me
Hmm, I don't give a fuck, I was gon' die anyway
Tell ya, yeah, yeah
Talk about them P's (P's)
Got a bunch, nigga
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, nigga
Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Captain Crunch, nigga
Oh, you sipping on Tris
We sipping Wock', dumb nigga
Got it out the bricks, yeah
Fuck nigga (fuck nigga, fuck nigga)
If you said it's up lil' nigga, then you know it's up with you
Best believe we gon' find your bitch ass, nigga, I'm gon' get up with you (we nuts)
If we come, we gon' bust at you
Fuck a bitch, fuck 12, little nigga, I don't need no cuffs, nigga (cuffs)
Politickin' and pimpin' in that 'Vette, leave a hater in the dust, nigga (skrrt)
Takin' all your shit, in my chain, that's snow on the bluff, nigga (yeah)
Now get up outta here
Yeah, aight, I'ma fuck with ya
Don't be reaching for my chain
You know we pop niggas (bitch)
Call us Backwood gang (why?)
Because my opps in it
Open up that closet, yeah
I got big mop in it (they poppin')
They don't buy no drink from me
'Cause I rerock, nigga
Fuck nigga, we can shoot ot box (yeah)
You know we punch niggas (nigga)
Every time we see y'all out, we eat, y'all niggas lunch menus
Eight of Wock' in my cream soda (that Wock')
It ain't no cut in it (uh-uh)
Play with mine, you gon' die today right now, come try your luck, nigga
I'll give a goofy all headshots, like is you dumb or naw
You sink niggas won't front me no more bags
'Cause I be running off (fuck 'em)
Bust Cuban and rose gold Presi' blown, yeah, that's a 100 ball (yes)
Fuck the stage, I ain't doing no more shows unless my gun involved, nigga
Talk about them P's (P's)
Got a bunch, nigga
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, nigga
Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Captain Crunch, nigga