Letras
I been rapping like the rent due
If it happen girl it was meant to
Go to jail or lose it all
I bet you
They gon turn against you
Ain't no shooters on the bench
We gon keep them niggas in
Through the whistle
Red beam tryna make him Hindu
Like I wanna know what's on ya mental
Put a bag onna bull
We ain't never gon collab
With the law
With the gang hit the mall
You know it's a lot of fashion involved
Light a match in the dark
Nasty habits get a chance to dump
Ain't passing it up
And she can suck this all she want
But I'll pass on the fuck
Right hand on the Bible
I done seen my left hand in the casket
You could be the right nigga
And get left
Have ya homies put you all up in a caption
I'm with benji down the P's
Bussin down a P
We both get a fraction
Shorty gon scrape up her knees
For a lil breesh
That's a bad habit
Baby that's a bad habit for ya
Hit the gas paranoid
Put away a couple racks for a lawyer
We ain't taking out the stash
It ain't important
Fabricate my life I wish I could
Walk without my pipe I wish I would
I wish I would
I been rapping like the rent due
If it happen girl it was meant to
Go to jail or lose it all
I bet you
They gon turn against you
Ain't no shooters on the bench
We gon keep them niggas in
Through the whistle
Red beam tryna make him Hindu
Like I wanna know what's on ya mental
Put a bag onna bull
We ain't never gon collab
With the law
With the gang hit the mall
You know it's a lot of fashion involved
Light a match in the dark
Nasty habits get a chance to dump