Letras
Totin' rifles like it's Waco
Want the shorty, want a Draco
I'ma catch a body if I say so
Stranger distance, it's to the queso
She think I'm a womanizer, I just want the pesos
Shit get real like the Today Show
Trauma to reality, but that's another case
I pour another drink and put my hair into my face
Feds pullin' up, turn it to a chase
I heard you did a bid and disappeared without a trace
They thought I'm showin' C's, that's not the case
If another - try to shackle me, I'll do the race
I'm smokin' color's super pretty, it send my ass to space
She wanna f- because I'm in her grace
That's the - who tryna cuff, I'm in her face
Now she don't love me no morе
Like, what's wrong, shorty? You ain't tryna f- me no more?
That's just how it goes, she ain't no -
When she do what she good at, though, it leave me so sore
I told you that's not how it's gonna go from the jump
Gettin' paid every month, I'm a slave to the slump
Self-made, so I gotta keep a blade and a drum
I don't want no phase, or no ones
Big moves, money moves, tourin'
Happiness a thing, I can't afford it
But if it's money, I adore it
Brodie goin' through some shit, he sippin' like it's porridge
As above, so below...