Letras
Mmm, four-five, but it got a thirty on it.
Told that pussy boy he gon’ die.
Red tips for my 30.
Ho be postin’ DTN, whole time, I got that ho in love.
I don’t cry, bitch, I just drop four in my cup.
Up that chop, that boy get took.
Drop that guap, that boy get touched.
Send some shots, got that boy ducked.
Sippin’ Wock, not no Robituss.
Nigga down bad, I might just rob the plug.
Bitch, don’t ask me for my phone, I came to fuck.
She said she feel it in her gut.
Ain’t got no feelings, I’ma duck.
I touch the ceiling off that money.
Mix the syrup with the Runtz.
Don’t trust that bitch, she probably somewhere gettin’ fucked.
YP livin’, throw it up.
Bitch, I been sippin’, pour me up.
I’m smokin’ sticky, roll me up.
Oh, you stay on business? Show me some.
I’m in the stu’ tryna record, and this bitch keep blowin’ me up.
Bro just keep pourin’ me up.
Took his life because he look like he was reachin’ for a gun.
Better not move, you through, you done.
Mmm, four-five, but it got a thirty on it.
Told that pussy boy he gon’ die.
Red tips for my 30.
Ho be postin’ DTN, whole time, I got that ho in love.
I don’t cry, bitch, I just drop four in my cup.
Up that chop, that boy get took.
Drop that guap, that boy get touched.
Send some shots, got that boy ducked.
Sippin’ Wock, not no Robituss.
Nigga down bad, I might just rob the plug.
Bitch, don’t ask me for my phone, I came to fuck.