Letras
You better walk what you talk, we do walk-ups
That nigga gettin' too jumpy, get chalked up
That hoe ain't nothing, she think she done bossed up (bitch)
Ayy, I know some niggas who are rough
You know some niggas who talk tough
Throw dick in that bitch like a ball cup
Yo' shawty swinging her neck like a golf club
Pull up that .44 was under my pro club
Long live my brothers we smokin' on your kush
Chopper might buffer that bitch it is so buff
Act like a fruit now your ass getting rolled up
Ayy, I roll up on hot shit
Huey and Riley grandad, I'm gon' pop shit
If you on some opp shit
Your body get dropped, make 'em jump out the cockpit, uh
And we do not scrap shit, a nigga want static
I'm grabbin' that Glock clip, um, I ain't even cappin'
I know everything, but I don't tell the cops shit
Walk into Neimans and cop shit
Don't even shoplift, I tell my niggas I got it
Bitch take a look at my watch wrist, I meant my wristwatch
She shinin' to hard to watch it
Uh, she shinin' too hard, it's Thomas
Uh, she shinin' too hard, it smile
Uh, I pop a bar now lil' mama
I don't know yo' name, I need to be reminded
Show me where your mind is
She bein' dishonest, not my bitch, so I do not mind it
The strap hit like a meteor or a comet
You can come see about it or just keep it in the comments
And we won't leave without it, we ain't missing no assignments
Long nose on the barrel, hit a nigga in his sinus
Shoot like Uganda, I feel like Umaga
My pistol Samoan, as big as your fathers
Scope on a sniper, I don't need binoculars
Get hit from a far put my mask on like opera
Send mamacita to shoot up your casa
So your mama see ya, but don't know who got ya