Letras
Yeah what's up world OG Ron C Benny the Butcher chopped up not slopped up
They said the feds taking pictures just make sure they snap my cameo nice
Come short with a profit once my ****** airing you twice
Beware of your price and just do it like you wearing your nights
Threw dirt on my name like a casket at a burial site
You'll hear the scratch from the tires we pull up the car snatch you
So try to erase an infrared beam and it's gone catch you
Apartments full of cigarettes fiends and some raw capsules
Now my closet full of gallery shit like the art bass who stepped on work
I sold it then I slid to Virginia ducking police and friends that got some hidden agendas
A crib with a blender they could pay the rent from here to December
Don't look at the price I just swipe just like contenders for tender
Look you ****** scored the new connect from hanging off a hotel
Was running through the lobbies with some keys like it's a hotel
Silhouette roof for the next coupe that's design
Who can fuck with me you gotta be deaf so put a blunt *****
Best in two for the P but it's three if you gone purchase
You never flew with 20 in your luggage you on no nervous
You faux rap we're risking all your freedom so so worth it
I put you on a gram like a ***** who owes Curtis
Glock 17 like Devontae
They got the chrome trimming walk around this bitch like Javante
That's all I need no winning
The feds came and made it for content
Then we had slow dealings brought this bitch back on E
I feel like Joan Rivers grind for it
30,000 off my mom porch
And I'd do it all again like a encore
When we winning I still treat it like we down for
I smell like half a zipper bunch of graphic tour
Hard as gelato on my mom floor
A little green and a little bit of black purple like the concourse
Black soprano we the convoy
Black I'm void but you don't hear me like a convoy
Yeah this tranquilizer strong enough to drop a horse
The age brown the fat and all white
The sub no lights and orange