Letras
Bitch, haha
Yeah, Rio said it, nigga, that wasn't Mike (Enrgy Beats)
Huh?
Lil dirty—ass ho
I'll stomp a mud hole in a nigga brain
Even though the club closed, I'll still make it rain
We from Flint, if we say chatty, that mean niggas lame
I wouldn't even let my son wear you niggas' chains
Stay over there, you a rapper, bro, stop switchin' lanes
Give you a taper with these clippers and these bitches fade
Shout out to the Cali plug, he kept a nigga straight
He gave me four hundred—some grams, then a brick was made
My styrofoam filled with a three of Tris
How you go and catch a body knowin' you couldn't beat the shit?
My girl caught me cheatin' with her cousin, I beat the bitch
I know it's foul, but told your ass once, I'm a piece of shit
Doggy came through and bought a three of hit
Twelve hundred rounds in this car, nigga, we legit
My white boy just spent seven thousand on a diesel kit
One shot out this BMG'll make a Regal flip
Ayy, I'm a stretcher
I need to see how this shit hit, here go a tester
Fuck a scale, I need a bale of weed, I need it measured
It's easier to move the bag when you ain't pressured
Fuck your mama good, then beat your ass, bitch, I'm Melvin
Walkin' 'round her house in nothin' but drawers
I feel like a wrestler
This bitch tried to set me up, but I ain't let her
Pop you while you shoppin' in the mall, you twenty—one forever
But I'll beat a nigga ass like I was sixteen
Fucked your bitch for sixteen hundred and bought some big B's
Bro could've popped you, but his Glock had a misfeed
It's cool 'cause I sent my lil' brother on a ten—speed
Nigga want a five—song EP, give me ten G's
Drop fifty out this 26 'til it's empty
My girl sister tryna get hit, she be tempting
Dog tried to flex in the Scat' that he was rentin'
I got a problem, but I'm workin' on it
Players fuck up too, don't try to judge me, I ain't perfect, homie
I ain't with the Crips or Vice Lords, I got all purple on me