Letras
Uh, I'm finna spin again
Finna load up two chops like a butcher man
Put dem niggas in a blender, make a smoothie, man, damn
Fuck you mean he outta stock, he da bakers man
What the fuck these niggas playin wit da pot
I swear to god I'm finna pack him in
Nigga playing wit his life I'm finna tax his mans
And if you think you outta sight, lil bitch I'm pullin in
I can find out where he stay lil bitch, I'm hacking in
Soon as we find da location we finna spin
See him inna driveway bitch we backing in
Dese bullets thumping out da case I'm finna pack him in
Megadeezy yeah its time get in fuckin mode
Coming in hard on the track I'm bout to crack the code
Shawty on my dick cause we fucked, I told her hit the road
I feel AyooLii cause I always stay super thowed
Milwaukee nigga out here hangin in the Twin Cities
I call my nigga Daark and I told him where the bad bitties
We be out here always turning up, we be getting litty
I'm that fuckin nigga so you niggas ain't fuckin wit me.
I said you better duck and ready on the road right now
Know I'm stepping on the foes, but they rolled to sell me out
Me and Megadon are frozen, get in mode and get around
TC SwvnK I'll move a boulder for if we ever bring him out
I'm the bank before shoulder of the river in a drought
Talk to Spraynem, he's the bronem, not a sliver of a doubt
Took a page right out the folder I deliver on the route
TC ladies that could crack a glass with all the notes they hit
Feel like Hades rolling with the lads out on the road on Fifth
Know there's something in the cities, coldest group out in the field
Marco Polo, I've been busy moving smooth without the wheels
Gives me chills