Letras
Yeah, come on, Saksman
Alright, you already know what we on
That hot boy T.O.D. shit
Alright
They tryna copy us, tell them boys, knock it off
Ric Flair steppin' in these skaters, I don't rock LaCoste
Is you worried bout some comp? Nigga, not at all
Feelin' like I'm Bron, chosen one, I was born to ball
It was me and Stone slidin' in foreigns
Ayy, the way we hit the road, you would've thought we was touring
Me and my bitch so locked in, she remind me of Lauren
Hot boy can't put me out even if it was pouring
Ayy, put it in they face so they can see what I'm sayin
Or bussdown to AP, now they know I ain't playin
I'm always focused on his bag, They don't really understand
They ain't never told you, nigga, don't bring beach to the sand
Aw, shit, I mean sand to the beach
They like how you stuff your vallys, I been grindin' for weeks
When it's time to hit the field, you better pack up some cleats
Bitch told me I'm her hero, like I play for the heat
I never needed no help
All these niggas is my sons, put they ass to the belt
They said it's dangerous in that water, I been swimmin' like Phelps
I'm a boss, but I can still do all the work by myself
If you ain't talkin' bout a bag, then get the fuck out the way
I ain't got no time for games, bitch, I ain't come here to play
I need all my bucks near, feelin' like Tampa Bay
Some niggas turned on me, fuck em', they all broke anyway
Ayy, I done lost it all, but I'm like never again
Yeah, that 4 door, AMG, the type of coupes we be in
She wanna party with the 8 tell the bitch bring a friend
Now these niggas call me brother, we ain't never been kin
While these niggas call me bro, we ain't never been cool
My nigga don't fight, but shoot quick, like Jordan Poole
They game aint made for us to win, so I don't play by the rules
And I'm gettin' money, hit Dior, and got my momma some shoes
They wonder where I been, ain't seen my face in a while
I ain't got no more comp, they all throwin' the towel