Letras
Yo, B got killed between God all, my boy still blew that heat
Know I said don't smoke no more, but I'm still smoking V
Bounce out with Drake, put shit to sleep, yo, I don't use your feet
You wonder why he ain't killin' man because I'm bully cheap
You wonder why I ain't catch your face, I'm tryna tap it tough
Me drink with water 'cause I ain't had no drink so I put this on rocks
Keep it cordial, I wouldn't be the same without these different Glocks
I love the spin 'cause I wouldn't be the same without these different arms
Hit that Drac, that nigga don't stop until they soul leave
Don't lie to her like he be with Q5, that boy don't know me
Rhyme black, got four hundred shots and we like 4D
She say eat that pussy, I can't eat that pussy, that shit like roast beef
Been out looking away when I chunk up these folks
Love a Zydec gloss, I switched to 23 for 34
I got plenty shot for every single one of these opps
Think I'm a ho, we been bouncing out for like 20 months
Straight to check the scope (let's do it)
Tired of stepping, got my feet hurt in this bitch
If he shootin' and miss, Beverly, Lil' Fox gon' tap his shit
And get your stupid rich, I came a long way up from Jackie's shit
We been smackin' shit, I know that talk, them boys don't lack in shit
Nigga, I'm fire, swang this bitch and let off shots until my hand hurt
I blend first and won't start shootin' this bitch until his mans hurt
Me and my Drake, yo, Drake ain't shootin' right, we wasn't gon' jam first
He's super game, so I know that that boy gon' take the stand
First on the band, nigga