Letras
(AJ, they're so gangster)
If Big Wayne ain't record a mix machine (yeah)
I don't want you touching my shit (alright)
Brr, bitch
You know I'm on my shit, yeah, yeah
Catch you, pop out with a Glizzy, it used to be a Smithy (baow)
Run 'em down and doin' nags to pull up gang, we left a shit
And niggas squeezin'
How the fuck you put the beeper in my Bimmer?
In a room, I never told, I came home, bitch, I'm a seeker
You know I'm like the wolves and steppers
Billy Brown like they some peppers
Boy, your brain not get a discount, five bands, but that's a special
Got a sale in every hood, drama with no bitch is good
How I play up thug and scott and pot, I play up in that wood
On a verse, bitch, I ain't texting, I take upon the smoke
And my plug know I'm a seeker tryna front the whole load
Two whole days, I get it off the way, my mama, she a vulture
She a real trapper, if I get locked up, she come and bail me off
Put on tees and ladies say that's what I wear like every day
Up on fresh, do you know I gotta get a front way filler?
If a nigga popped my shit like Bobby Wagner, send the blick
Don't wanna fuck that ho, I cool the sway, yo' hos might get me sick
She got the cheese tits, I don't wanna hit that ho
But if she fresh, I might call, hike and pass it to my bro
You on that green, I'm on that trish, so this shit got me moving slow
She's like LaPluto, you can't stay, lil' ho, you gotta hit the dough, on gang
You know that motherfuck shit over, gon' get put up in a tone
Shout-out to no face, one shit down, and for that bag, he pull up on me
Fuckin' that pan, can't rub, nigga can't say I wasn't a ho
Nigga mad we took his polar, nigga mad we took his ho
You in the filthy tat, collect you from the bleachers, get his ass
Catch his bitch fuckin' the opp, oh, yeah, we do that shit fresh
In the Raq, we got the pop shot, a lot of sound, she gave the drop
I've got JK tried to clap, somethin' but the ARP ain't lock
I've got JK tried to clap, somethin' but the ARP ain't lock