Letras
(Enrgy made this one)
Four cars deep, bendin' blocks, tryna whack somethin' (bendin' corners)
Nigga, I ain't gettin' in that whip 'less the straps comin' (ayy, what the fuck?)
I could give a fuck if it was blood, I'll whack cousin (man)
In the kitchen cookin'- shh, got the- ah jumpin'
Cuddy cuttin' up all through traffic, hope he bapped nothin' (skrrt, skrrt)
You ain't even flipped nothin' out that pack
What you get back from 'em? (what the fuck?)
Psh, please let me know
Never in my life been the type that'll stress a ho (hell nah)
Blicky on me, I'll punch your ass
But we ain't wrestlin' though (you know it's on)
My fiend told me he ain't tryna buy it, but he'll test the dope
Whew, this nigga psyched out (ayy)
Hit a nigga block broad day, it's a wipe out (ah-ah-ah)
When we post in the 'jects, bro on the roof, it's a snipe out (ayy)
The blickies that we totin' knockin' power and lights out (big shit, damn)
I'm just sayin', it could get icky (you already know)
Bitch, when we fuckin', watch your lips, I don't do hickies (ayy)
Go nowhere without it, I rock and roll with my blicky (I keep it on me)
I even take a shit with it, it's on me when I sleep
Bro comin' off the hip with it, he up it 'fore you blink (ah-ah-ah)
Them niggas at the store goofy as fuck, what did they think? (ayy, what the fuck?)
My bitch rockin' Dior, you won't catch her in no Pink
And I ain't pay for this one, shout out Nico for the beat (uh)
They like how you know this and that? My ear stay to the streets
They like how you know this and that? My ear stay to the streets
Yeah, it's my turny-urn
Bitch couldn't even get my dick hard, I pulled out, earthy worm
Bitch like, "when you seein' me again?" I'm like, "the thirty-third"
You for the streets, I had to kick you to the curby-urb
Slap a bitch for mouthin' my shit wrong, bitch, learn the words
I'll curve a thousand bitches, but won't curve them birds
And RIP my nigga Tre, we gettin' turnt for Durk
She like, "how you fuckin' me this long?" I'm off a Perky-erk