Letras
Off white powder, fish no chowder
Why would you wanna be a downer
Sellin' work scammin' off a internet browser
Ya bitch know I spit mo' flames no bowser
Bitch I slit throats get poked disemboweller
For the love of dollars I'ma need a money counter
For the love of ballin' I'ma make the money bounce back
Music is my callin' and my life got a soundtrack
Call it like it is, text it to me I don't call back
All these haters tryna talk back better fall back
Cuz you know I keep da glizzy right by my ballsack
Say you aimin' for the head man that's ball cap
Yah
My shit loud like a jetplane fly by
Got me rockin' tie-dye, orderin' Popeyes
On the couch watchin sci-fi sippin' on mai thais
We livin' high times just to open our mind's eye
We livin' wild lives as we pray to the most high
Hope I ain't guilty in god's eyes, the fall guy
I take the blame while a hater takin' aim
But still you can't escape, cuz in the end we all die
Yah
I ain't got much time
So don't waste my time
If it ain't bout the paper
Don't bang my line
I ain't got much time
So don't waste my time
If it ain't bout the paper
Don't bang my line
2 on the hip
The reaper comin' I let 'em rip
Numbers on the clock
They make you money, they make you rich
You watch my 12 lil' homie
Then I'm watchin' 6
And if they come with heat
You know we deep enough we poppin' shit
That sauce in Sicily
Tino cookin' you put a plate in
They wanna ride and be eatin'
But they don't put the weight in
It's different motives
Just listen to what they really sayin'
There's repercussions for snakes
Go end your life for playin'
His eyes low gettin' faded
When the kush sparks
Minds get exposed
With the pen when he push art