Letras
I just dropped a 28, brought back 20 more (nigga)
I got J's all at the spot, tell him to get a dough
I can use the microwave, or I can use the stove
I get busy in the kitchen, I'm still flushing bowls
Fuck around to bust them down, no, I can't sell them hos
For too long, we risk it all, tell five to go and scope
Soon as this cracker send that load, then we gon' hit that road
He already on me, ain't horny, but he still wantin' more
I done profit 30 bands out here playin' bro
You can come and get whatever, just like a stop-and-go
My dawg fuckin' with that blender while I'm on the stove
When you ridin' with these bows, watch out for state patrols
That's the sheriff on the right, make sure you tuck that pole
And I don't care about how it look, nigga, I'ma get it sold
We in the striker crackin' G's, we might not make it home
I'm flushin' life out different pace, all you gotta do is hit my phone
Help me for that shit, you know I'm comin', mm
Sarah call me, what 600 got a nigga rushing
Potholes and knuckles, the only thing I'm ducking
Bitch lying, acting like she sailor but I know she fucking
Rocking shows and flushing bulls, I ain't lying about nothing
We making it rain and this bitch, this nigga mad all of a sudden
I'm about to take this bitch with me, I can tell by how she blushing
I heard you fucking out that money, nigga, you ain't cushion nothing
And they can cop my legs off, I'ma start running out this money
They're like, why would I know, start using blunders this shit stack
I'm starting to put the mic in three minutes, we ain't using no parts
Nigga add some cool water, you will watch that bitch lock
And I lose some grams, so I know this shit dropped
Nigga, soon as I don't hook that bitch, I see it's jaw locked
They talking about watering, and this nose dripping snow
I done got my phone right, I ain't posing on no blow
Nah, this, that shit gon' have no J's, sleep beside your door
I crack G's inside my J's, caught good weed from low
Auntie blowin' up my phone, nap, I need some blow