Letras
See I wanna eat, so I'm tryna catch one hundred shots, gon' leave your face done
All that diss and all that trollin', boy you soft and you ain't got no gun
All them flush that chop post, not poppin' out, y'all can't have no fun
If I catch a bitch ass, you better have that whip, 'cause you cannot run
Two glocks on me and I got a drake, I'm tryna send them shots
Boy you dumb as fuck, you green as hell, yo ass I'm cut to die
Nigga swear he blood, but watch your food, I told that bitch he not
I only drop two, so I don't get no fuck, I still done made a life
Stay out the way, I'm tryna see why the fuck nigga spoke on me
I fuck with Gen 5 and Gen 3, but I love that ARP
I fuck with Percocets and 3-5, but damn, I love that lean
This stupid bitch must think Lil Jay is dumb, lil bitch I know you green
Lil bitch I know you green, I know yo ass gone
Said it once, but like I said Lil Jay can't stop no overmoan
Three girls in the party, they shakin' ass, I told her keep on throwin'
She mad, she blew up with no doubt, her ass a freak, that shit be showin'
The bay at Glover, take him off, you swear you drippin' fashion
We send them shots on anywhere; you think my gang door dashin'
I pop out, Jays and M41, no too much for the landin'
You swear you hard, you swear you gang, but you live in a mansion