Letras
Don't need designer clothes, Vibing with some bad thick shit, I got the finest hoes
I'm ridin' through the city, laid back, I'm smokin' hella dope, I met lil' shawty way, way back, I been done fuck his ho
Like, Why he tryna troll on my bro, gon' get his brains blowed, my brudda different mother, same struggle rock the same clothes
Big jake he like my best friend, don't fuck the same hoes, and free the real ones out the pens, and keep the ones that told
Like, keep the ones that ran they mouth, my brother mad, brought choppers out, lay by they spot, just creep' & plot & spray anything walking out
But I'ma change the fuckin' subject, Like, where the dollars at? Like, where the bitches at? I need to stop, yeah, I'ma mess
Yeah, I'ma hot mess, walk in this room and get undressed can't wait to put diamonds on my neck, and flood my bitch out, we the best
I told her we the best, I post up racks, don't like to flex, But I just had to flex, cause they act
Like we ain't up next
They actin' like we ain't the ones, Lil' D brought out the Tommy Gun, and it ain't out for fun, Bro say spin back, cause he ain't done, Lil' bro a fuckin menace, He tryna get it done, I'm tryna duck a sentence, I gotta raise my son
I gotta get it done, I'm stackin' pape, I need a ton, I'm smokin' weed and sippin' lean
Got my body feelin' numb, I'm tryna cash out on some fast shit, 160 when I'm flowin
She steady askin' where I'm goin, don't even know where I'm goin, I know count up paper motivate while my hands goin' numb
They tryna play me like a fool, I had to show them I ain't dumb
I wanna stop, but this a brandon beat, I gotta keep it goin' and free G5, he like the kin to me, free gang, I waiting for em, I know it ain't long
I'm rappin, tryna sign my deal, I hope it ain't long, R.I.P. Cam, I miss my bro, I wished he
Stayed home
The bitch, she tried to do me cold, I had to move on, I had to leave her lone
Don't need designer clothes, vibin' with some bad thick shit, I got the finest hoes, I'm ridin' through the city, laid back, I'm smokin' hella dope
I met lil shawty, way, way back, I been done fucked his hoe
Like Why he tryna troll on my bro, gon' get his brains blow
My brother different mother same struggle rock the same clothes
Big jake, He like my best friend, don't fuck the
Same hoes