Letras
I'm him, I put the glu on my back, bitch Put the glu on my back, You already know, I'm straight out that nawf, Soon as he bark like a dog, I'm puttin' him
Down The fuck is he on
Left out of town, now we on the way back With them racks pray we make it back home
Went out of space for a minute for the land or earth
To get back in that mode And feel that Xanax, I threw back another one
Fuck niggas, bitch, I'm not trickin, I'm thuggin em
Ain't nobody else, just me and my brother nem, Stuffin' bad bitches inside of a Cullinan
Vacuum some money, long way from a rubber band
King Celine, I don't see another brand Snuck the 40 in the club, I'm clutchin' it
She know that I'm glu, so that pussy, she bustin' it
Soon as she finish, I'm callin' another bitch With the same niggas I grew from the gutter
With
Fully my ARP, it's stutterin' Chrome Heart thong, she rockin, I'm lovin' it
Chasin' that money, got no time for cuddlin' it
I'm gettin' to it, it ain't no more strugglin' Stayed down with me, I turn up my buddy
Used to be rainin, now every day sunny Ain't got no patience, they quit when it's
Ugly Tell me you glu me, don't tell me you love
Me Invest in a bitch, I done bought her a body
So she can take all of these simp niggas money and bring it back to me, Hold on
She,turn it around I'm making her moan, Bitch I'm taking you down Bith then I'm sending you home, Bitch don't get caught out of bounds fuck fuck nîgga play and get hit with that chrome
Bitch I thug with my brother he wrong or he rigjt I'm like fuck it he gone
Bitch, I'm stuntin' in Vegas, my bitch got some racks like she Monaleo
I been lettin' off shots, she could ask my pops since three years old
He just need him a bag, I'm tellin' you now, nigga, don't want smoke
Keep on lickin' your bowl, fuck nigga, nah, ain't puttin' you on
No it wasn't ai, I was fucking your bitch, better go get a pole
I'm switchin' on all them niggas, that held they nuts, They
Gon' think I'm a clone, I'm gone