Letras
I'm on some shit that I ain't been on in a minute, nigga
Yeah
Yeah
Calipe nigga
(Heavy with the burden of the truth)
(Bliss, why you tweak onnis bitch like that)
We got these niggas hella mad, they bitches gettin' fucked
(Yop)
Me and Brody locked in, we like J.R. and Shump
Weed orange tint, shit look like Donald Trump
My mama like, where the Febreze
Yo' room smell like skunk
My Brody starin' at your kit, you better give it up
(up)
I got a couple of bad bitches look like Maya Bucks
She doin' splits all on the dick
She think she doin' stunts
(cmere)
I look like Frobie in the fourth
You know Im finna clutch
Don't tell nobody that we fuckin'
Keep yo mouth shut
(shh)
Niggas speakin' on the gang, we hit his putt-putt
Lil' Brody bustin' scams, he broke if he run outta luck
Can't fuck no ugly dumb-ass bitch, I'll call yo ass a FUD
Nigga, it's money on your top, I'm bringin' back a dub
But ain't no money in yo pockets, can't show me a slug
I make more money off of verses, then yo pay stub
I'm like a puppet master, I give yo life a tug
She said she want attention, bitch, come give my dick a hug
(yop)
Niggas was ghosts back then, they tryna show me love
(fuck on)
I see the greed up in her eyes, bitch, I don't fuck with bums
(fuck on)
Drugs got my stomach hurtin', I keep a pack of Tums
(Yop)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
(Hm)
You see me pop out fly as hell, niggas know it's us
All my niggas up as hell, it ain't no trollin' us
(Naw)
Throw that fuckin' FABUR on, bitch, I'ma fold you up
(cmere)
She used to cheer when she was young, show me a toe-touch
(yop)
Niggas rich but not fr, Brody got robux
(robux)