Letras
Yeah, yeah, bitch get the fuck off my blunt
Shit, damn, bitch get the fuck off my blunt
Shit, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't no sidehoes that I keep on the mainline
Why'd I do it gotta ghost on the same night
Same goal still pressing the same sign
Me and you are not cut from the same vine
Gotta wait for the motion, it take time
G-Vegas, we poppin' with Jnine
Yeah, we steady been trying to smoke
Yeah, if I brung the pack, it was two fye
Finna ice out my wrist, I'm rich now
You ain't on shit, so sit down
We brung out the pits out the real pound
You can tell when a goofy a real clown
Nah, I brung the drink, now we lit, uh
We all off the don, it go around
My diamonds embezzled, it pop out my fit
I'm feeling like Splurging, I shop with my bitch
I only make music, I stay out the mix
But there was a time that I shipped out the brick
They do not fuck with me, but they call me the shit
Nah, I'm just playing them boys, my lil jhits
We up in the score like we on a run I feel like I'm Mello
When he on the Knicks, she be around me
When I'm off the don, don't know if she leeching
Or here cause I'm lit, the trap steady calling my phone
I know what they on, I'm taking the wax out the fridge
I know I gotta get they ahh gone
They heavily known, I feel like Capone in this bitch
Yeah, can't have tall grass in your garden, that's why you have snakes
It's hard to tell who being real
She talking so dirty on me, but I do not care
Cause she the one calling me still
Just let the whole building know I'm off da don
Keep the legacy strong like LeBron
Four G's in my blunt, yeah, I'm finna get fried
You can smell my gas from the lawn
We dissin on anyone here that we want
Their response just take too long
Look at my fit it, steady be calm
I'm dead if I'm righting my wrongs