Letras
What up, Aslan
What up ENRGY, Yeah
ENRGY made this one
Ayy
The jeans purple and the shoes Virgil
Hot box inside the whip, gon' make the coupe thermal
Done educated bro to talk shit out, but he don't do verbal
I separated from the overlap, cause you just loop circles
You-You don't never pass the rock, you only move personal
I ain't one of them, fuck no I'm not, I'm truly diversal
Fuck a hurdle, I can't stop, I'm moving eternal
Man why the fuck you pressed bout what I say? Is the words too hurtful?
The bitch talking reckless, I had to spaz on her
Must forgot who bought that shit, yeah that Louis bag on her
Bitch, we ain't comparable, I know you can't put that bag on her
Would've thought his ass was rocky, had him sweating, put that rag on him
Knocked his ass the first round
The pussy weak, turnt his ass gay, he wear a purse now
Glock nine, turnt his ass holy, he at church now
Don't talk about the money you ain't got, you on her couch
I make the beats and now I'm rapping, I'm gon' blow up
I seen he told me drop the addy, he ain't gon' show up
I poured a eight, he only dropped a deuce, cause he a poor bum
Call up Drayko, he a hothead, I know he'll torch some
Feel like 41, Nowitzki, balling wide eyes, I'ma Durk some
You fucked the bag up, surprise, surprise, you was the worst one
Ain't never ran it back, just kept it going off my first run
You better call your bitch with how you drop the blunt, you Jalen Hurts son
Palms itching, hundred blue strips, that's my first love
I need a loyal bitch who down, I tell her purse some
If you go and refill your prescription, then the perks won
You don't smell weed, officer, you just tryna search some
I know if you lying, cause I been there and I done that
You a cornball, talking to hoes like, "Where my hug at?"
My teachers told me that I needed school and I said, "Fuck that"
If the rules wasn't whack, I wouldn't break them, I was a rugrat
It's crazy how them bitches act
And no I'm not talking about women
He-He flexing bout a couple bands, I'm grinding for the millions
I know his lame ass is on the couch, can't even feed his children
Yeah, I know his soul gone, yeah, I'm the one who killed him
His bitch in my bed tired, yeah I'm the one who killed it
I know his bitch nudes on the internet, cause I'm the one who filmed it
Yeah, they usually on computers, and they never down to do shit
I do not rap, motherfucker, I do not rap, I'm a producer
Yeah, Yeah