Letras
(Gfelds on the beat)
Hrrt, alright
'Bout time I bump my head, I damn near it had a knot ('bout time I bump my head)
Super wide, this bitch won't never fit inside that parkin' spot (this bitch won't never fit)
Super paid, I dropped my nuts, can't trust no bitch that talk a lot (nigga, I dropped my nuts)
Nigga, I can't go back
I don't know who in that truck, told Nino, "Watch that car" (alright)
All that coppin' pleas, better off just tryna talk to God (huh?)
Just caught that boy on Third, roll him in that 'gar (frrt, frrt)
Rubber band them racks, he hit the trap (rubber band them racks)
Make sure the dope hit hard (make sure that dope hit hard, ah)
Before this rap shit, I was out with Lil Three snatchin' cars
TG the gang, we known for crackin' heads and crackin' cards (bah, bah, bah)
Nino had to tell me chill, I was 'bout to let my ratchet spark (frrt, cool)
In my hood, won't make it bein' soft, you gotta have some heart (alright)
Aunty off that good dope (yeah)
This shit fuck her nose up (cool)
This bitch got an ass on her (yeah)
Know she fuck that pole up (alright)
Hunnid on a Lamb', bitch, I'm tryna fuck the road up (huh)
Spend a bag on Louis V and now she want her toes done (hrrt)
I keep spillin' drink all in the Trackhawk, fucked the floor up (hrrt)
Pour another deuce, I can't even rap, I fucked my flow up (hrrt)
Three-five fuckin' with my sinuses, my nose stuffed (alright)
Cracker like a scientist, Louis coat, my pole tucked (bah, bah, bah, bah)
If you on the streets, you better not never put your pole up
Boy, we finna kill somethin', why the fuck you got your pole tucked?
And he can't come around the gang 'cause I heard he told somethin'
Lil' bitch suck my dick so long, she damn near had her nose runnin' (hrrt)
Spot an opp, bounce out and chase 'em down, I call it road runnin'
Cracker got a AR with some titties, hold a whole hunnid (alright)
Them plastic switches not the fuckin' move, I want the old button
Catch 'em, walk 'em (catch 'em, walk 'em)
Lil' bro beat his ass just like he stole somethin'