Letras
Im in a
95 on 95
Doing 95
With a bitch with a bitch
Think she mighty fine
Nigga send a threat
And so we press him its only time
Splattered on my shirt
If she asking its only wine
Where im from if they dont catch you
They'll be pressing ya only moms
Aint schemed through the blocks
It took my cousins was only nine
Hah
Lost days at work
My off days aint work
We part ways but fuck it the cost pays
Niggas out here flexing
With bitches we ball played
Before a nigga shined
Them bitches threw all shade
Used to get played
They aint even waved like bald fades
How we raised dawg
We aint say no names when the law came
Nigga stick ya chest in
When saying my dawg's name
Smith & Wesson
They spraying with broad aim
With pops that aint in the picture
With mom blames
Since they aint in the picture
They all framed?
Nahh
No excuses
Since the new whip
These new chicks been soo exclusive
Remember when
They moving soo elusive
They tried to play me
Shit was soo acoustic
Now aint no strings attached
Its soo inclusive
I just go intrusive
Selling off flows
Selling off
I just took the yelling off
I aint neva dwelling off hoes
All my shit is dope
Like im selling all blow
What i spit it smokes
Like im selling yall stoves
Forreal