Letras
I pop a ten
Feel incredible
Just got my card
Smokin medical
Don't catch a charge
This shit federal
Don't ever talk
If they question you
If he run off
We gon get him
Stones in charm vvs's
If she wit me
Then she pressure
If she wit me then she pressure
Pockets on precious
Bad bitches savages all in my section
For that bag I go way out to Texas
But Houston shit became an obsession
Pop a ten like Dey anti depressants
Fuck from the back she was wearing my necklace
I'm from Eastside we standin on business
Go ask two Yung who gave him that pistol
I need two of em I'm very particular
She act up then she gettin her feelings hurt
Two fully autos I feel like John Dillinger
Police pull up then I'm peelin em
She ain't wan gimme that box now I'm killing her
Told her I don't want top if the ceiling up
SkkRT in the vert you can tell how I'm pullin up
They used to say I wan good enough
I pop a ten
Feel incredible
Just got my card
Smokin medical
Don't catch a charge
This shit federal
Don't ever talk
If they question you
If he run off
We gon get him
Stones in charm vvs's
If she wit me
Then she pressure
If she wit me then she pressure