Letras
Like I'm back at the crib, bitch you know I'm tryna shit
Bitch I shit on them beats, don't even lie, you know I is
Bought my bro a cross chain, all he do is sin
Adlibs on Octane, bitch I'm bout to stim
Nigga told me check in, bitch you isn't him
Put the dutches down, now I'm really smokin' hemp
Brody cup dirty like the water, that's in Flint
She gon shimmy back, that's the signal for me hit
Black out while I'm shoppin, I don't know how much I spent
Try to stuff my wallet, this bitch can't even fit a ten
Shorty want my number, told her, do you got a pen
Shorty know I'm poppin, but she said it don't make sense
300 for the feat, bitch know I'm fillin' up the fridge
Topo Chico, mix with Mio, bitch I'm finna take a sip
Cardiac arrest, I almost died while off a trip
Bro just brought a pint, don't care it's green I'm tryna sip
I don't know that bitch, we post up once we getting shipped
.45 really kickin, bitch I might need like two grips
Shorty hands on my pants, bitch I really think she tryna fuck
Shit, shorty fine, man she's really like China
She just asked me if I want fuck, said I'm tryin' to
Said she want them bands, she tryna get her body done
She pulled up on me with friends, I think she bi or sum
Too much gas in this bitch, I need a stronger lighter
On the dome like a damn cypher
I ain't do a hook, nah, damn