Letras
(Yeah)
(Aye)
Man fuck what an old nigga talking about
Aye
I don't gotta lie, got an alibi
When I raise my chopper, ima test the fire
When I pull up on you, ima spray that fire
Ima poke your bitch like a porcupine
Stick 'em up with that four five
Six shots busting out the nine
Six stacks, finna do a nine
Getting green like a fucking lime
I don't gotta lie, got an alibi
When I raise my chopper, ima test the fire
When I pull up on you, ima spray that fire
Ima poke your bitch like a porcupine
Stick 'em up with that four five
Six shots busting out the nine
Six stacks, finna do a nine
Getting green like a fucking lime
Fuck the coke, I don't do lines
Wait around? I don't got the time
Punch the clock? I don't do time
Up next, now I'm first in line
I got stacks with me in the trap
Busting your hoe down on a mat
Mac book, flying
I'm strapped up
On the plane, I cook up
Hits
Chopper Asian
Turn you white now your body blasian
New gas but my money ancient
Complex like an outer spaceship
Son low, gas bring me up
So high, I can't see the blunt
All I smell is the fucking Runtz
Exotic pack, that funky stuff
All my niggas in a Lambo truck
Chain on chain and with the doors up
Off white boo, Rolex
Chopper make a nigga Bowflex
Pull up making all the hoes wet
Hit 'em once then I press next
Can't call and I don't text
I just swipe then I reset
Aye (aye aye)
I don't gotta lie, got an alibi
When I raise my chopper, ima test the fire
When I pull up on you, ima spray that fire
Ima poke your bitch like a porcupine
Stick 'em up with that four five
Six shots busting out the nine