Letras
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
L-L-L-Lonegud
Bossman, I can be a criminal of sorts (blaow)
Flew her to LA, she said your crib like a resort (yeah)
She ain't come to kick it, baby very bad at sports (yeah)
Bentley full of bitches, think the driver got annoyed (oh-oh)
Don't ask about my money, you gon' get me paranoid (oh, yeah)
Choppa got a switch, chop them down like a sword (mm)
Speaking on my name, I get money while I'm bored (yeah)
Fucking on your bitch, she a dummy and a whore (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm sore, running up the racks (run it)
Oh god, he's a dummy in a pack (dummy boy, no question)
You my thug, you my love, you my slatt (yeah)
Won't turn my head, they can't stab me in my back (u-uh)
One man, two man, three man down
Put that tatter on that gun, I'ma blaze you with no sound
I won't chase you when you run, I got aim to knock you down (mm)
Then bring that ocean to yo hood, watch yo whole family drown (L-L-Lon)
Bossman, I can be a criminal of sorts (oh)
Flew her to LA, she said your crib like a resort (oh)
She ain't come to kick it, baby very bad at sports
Bentley full of bitches, think the driver got annoyed (alright)
Don't ask about my money, you gon' get me paranoid
Choppa got a switch, chop them down like a sword (uh, chop them down)
Speaking on my name, I get money while I'm bored (uh)
Fucking on your bitch, she a dummy and a whore (uh-uh)
She a dummy and a whore (whore)