Letras
Yeah
Who the fuck these niggas testing?
Yeah
Aint no sticks around that drac nigga (drac!)
I saw blue lights so i took em on a chase nigga (ok!)
Range rover AMG you want the rafe nigga (yeah)
All he did was look at me i shot his face nigga (yeah)
Shordy bounce that ass (huh)
Ima count this cash while i slide up in a jag (jag!)
I done made so much money but im still not good at math
And i want em dead send my boydie on a task on a mission (yeah!)
All my diamonds hittin yeah they glisten
Bitch i already told you why you aint listen?
And we shootin shots like we playing for the pistons (fye!)
If he on wheels then we shooting out the engine (blrr!)
(bah!) (bitch!)
Bought the coup with no emission
All my diamonds water like they fishes
Wassup with yo chain bitch yo neck look like some spinach
He cant run no game hit yo block and let it spinnin
Slide up in a range
And the windows tinted
Bitch im off this X hell nah the Boy aint trippin
I might need a new spleen all this wok im sippin
Ballin feel like im Kareem shoot like Scottie Pippen
Niggas aint on shit had to go and touch the pole
And im taking the meds feel like ima overdose
Yeah two-three on my waist i might call that bitch the goat
Yeah patek on my wrist i might put that bitch on snow
Put that bitch on go
Hop up in that ghost
Blow then i reload
Blow then i reload
Put that bitch on go
Hop up in that ghost
Blow then i reload
Blow then i reload