Letras
Ask bro what's the prices
We was bending blocks with no license
We done beat it up like Mike Tyson
It's a drought it's a crisis
But I'm still gon' get it
Pull up Benz coupe but I used to do the limon
Used to do the fishbowl nigga everything tinted
Pullin' up in foreign used to do the transfer center
Used to do the noodle cup now its steak rice dinner
Off-white in spring and Margiella for the winter
If I let this bitch ring good boy turned sinner
He like I might need to go to church
With this load out you might think I'm playin' search
When I brought this load out I got bitches tryna twerk
My new bitch from the city got me drivin' through Turk
Got a bitch from Marin I'm like do you know Berk?
Bro down in 8-50 he like get it out the dirt
Coppin' Louis V I might get it out her purse
Nigga mad feel like Ray J I'm like I hit it first
He like I hit it twice What's the point?
I drop 50 on the dice and I don't know the point
She tryna get some wood she don't even fuck with joints
I just broke down a quarter I don't even fuck with coins
I think this bitch a dime I don't think this bitch a coin
I tell her all the time all you need is a phone
Tryna run this shit up bitch I ain't tryna bone
Bitch I ain't tryna fuck all I need is a bag
You aint tryna run it up then I'm finna call a cab
You gone take this water cup and a shot then I'm finna pay my tab
Had to cut my phone off she keep callin' I'm in the lab
This nigga D.V. finna see me catch a DV
This bitch ass flat it remind me of a TV
Her mama got 24 so I'm finna fuck with Ling-Ling