Letras
Yeah uh huh (yk baby)
Jump out the coupe I made it happen
(wrongway bring it- bring it back)
Uh huh huh jump out the coupe yeah I made it happen
All of them all on my back
All of them all my shooters
All of them they my slimes
Fuck a bitch out from Hooters
Big blunts all the time
We all getting fried
Pop me a perc I dont wanna die
Yeah trap
Yeah trappers I made them uh
Yeah yeah trappers I made them blast
Girl girl yeah I got it in my backpack
Yeah uh she trynna roll around
She trynna roll with me
She trynna go to town
She trynna go to town
Im tryna go to you
My chain is golden yeah
Kanye West Im goated yeah
Off of the pills bitch Im floatin now
Just made a mill Im diamond coated now
I made a mill off selling pills
Made another mill off selling kills
Spent another mill on a set of grills
You spend all your money on some drugs chasin thrills
I got a message bitch from the back town
Its been years I dont want you now
Already got a girl dont want you no
You a stupid bad ugly bitch dumb hoe
Fuck fuck yeah yeah yeah yeah we way too high oh
But I dont matter yeah cause Im still going up
I dont matter yeah cause I still dont give no fuck
YK and me we bringin all the heat
Runnin up all the beats
Yeah runnin up all the bands
I just bought me a private jet Ima fly the bitch across the world
Yeah Im fuckin a couple of hoes too
Yeah they just wanna swirl
Yeah all around in my bed
Run a lot of my money
Yeah run around give me head
She aint lost love for me
She dont know whos for me
She know what we do
She know what we do
She know what we do uh yeah
Yeah yeah buh