Letras
I got like ten heads lined up, nigga
Ayy, pre-trap, baby nigga, I miss you, brother
Pre-blow, nigga
What up, XO?
Got like ten heads lined up for my day shift
No, I fake shit like a barber, boy, don't play with me
Brody come in one phone call, I make the cake hit
Got me sweating, pressing up these grams in the basement
50 in the month on my daddy, then I can't kick
All VVSs, you can tell your shit fake hit
Blended over a heating grill, I'm sticking like they ain't hit
I ain't even press the last batch, it was straight P
Life like a star, I'm finna shoot through the roof with it
Lil' bro fooling in a strike out the roof, lick it
I just got to rap 'cause I really put the truth in it
World know I really spit that shit like a toothless
My bitch say she hungry, ain't no problem, I'm a roof christened
Niggas acting funny 'bout a bitch, boy, you too tender
Posting this shit, I do realize you need a new nigga
Free blow, free trap, baby, pack the twin dumper
Me and XO back to back in the whip slamming
Really lit as shit every day, my bitch say be careful
Tell my bitch we going on a date, baby, be ready
So many plays beating down my line, I had to reschedule
They beating down my line for the green, baby, Hawk smile
All you smell is fire, I ask weed when I walk past
And we ain't sitting on it, we gon' get them all fast
We're the plug, we gon' buy it all, nigga, all cash
Play crazy, big Drake, he make him all lies
I done lost it all and got it back, what you call a lie?
And this pack all fired, so I bet they call it back
I miss tomorrow night, this bro, I need my dog back
And all these hoes doing sack chase
I be running up a bag in a rack race
Trying not to come at last, that's a sad day
Love getting money out the streets, 'cause it's fast-paced
Hype smoking good, 'cause I bless them with my ashtray
We be trapping good, 5G, that's a bad day
Reach for bro chain, we gon' turn it to a sad day