Letras
Nigga, pop out, fuck off, we shun on
Packs with a drop, but you know we got three low
Black truck sticked up, we hop out like Amigo
Everybody hot, wear a bag, I got Cheetos
Every hood, I push up, three free hoes
Nigga had rep, he stay, got beat on
Got a new Glock, my old Glock, I cheat on
Stop sign tellin' me to stop, I keep goin'
Heaven extra, you know we got extra
I been steppin', how my opps express it
Race track, pour the drink in a slusher
If he servin', know that ace be misty
Fuck the hoe, up out her lace, she can't take it
My lil' twin quit the backspace like a button
Big bubble coat in her face, it's fliffy
Hit a hoe, I ain't tryna stay, I ain't stick around
Nigga think I hit the highway, I was still in town
Fuck nigga think he be sick, or he still in bound
I ain't standin' around, ain't waitin', I ain't turnin' around
Jack in her face, Supreme collabs
Zac, it make her, you should need one dial
Short cut, another with a sticky brown style
Leo, my ass, make that hoe pay the tile
Gunsmoke, push up, I order my straw
Nigga cappin', like we know what he 'bout
She was real when she let me stay at her house
Fill up black pants, I'm on pop out with a pouch
I done trucked, I smoked all of that ground
Nothin' but sticks in her bag
Smoked a Zac, I'ma try to pass
Cash out on drugs from the bag
Raps in the drug, I got sad
Hit a hoe I love, she was sad
Philly Drake, nigga say he wanna trade
Hotel party, we quit the invade
Nigga walk through, he ain't look this way
Keep takin' shrooms to the face
You keep takin' shrooms to the face
Nigga buy a drip, they copy and paste