Letras
Brr, bitch!
Yeah, yeah (Trey made this beat dumbass), come here, yeah, come here, yeah
Yeah, brr
You know, yeah (you know, you know I'm off my fuckin' mind)
You know I'm off my fuckin' mind (yeah, come here)
Yeah, I'm off fuckin'- alright (facts)
When I step off in the party, bookoo knots up in my pants (I've got the what?)
Oh, that's your mans? Boy, he actin' like a bitch, must be a trans (I'll fuckin' blow)
Peanut butter, police behind the whip, get out the jam (boom)
For that light skin, bullets hot, they hit him up, gave him a tan (aight)
Head tap, gave him a bed nap
Had to set my other phone, they probably had a fed tap
Planes callin' back to back, my money talkin' all caps (oh, yeah!)
She think her nigga smackin' shit but he just cappin' all raps, for real (he cappin')
Tat his neck and when he up it, bro gon' put him down for buckin' (I'll put him down)
Bust your chest out in the function, we gon' push up out in public (out in public)
Had to take the Victor off 'cause she keep showin' when I tuck it (yeah, brr)
I control you, you a puppet, bitch, you ain't down, then you can't duck it (aight)
To the left, bitch, it's on semi, to the right, bitch, it's on fully (they think you foolish)
Think you tough 'cause you work out? I got a switchy for a bully
Tap his shoulder, turn around, we tap his head, make him get down (bitch, bitch, bitch)
All that mouthin' on the 'net, what left his mama where he from (aight)
Channel nine, go check the news, you know we put him down
Them other dudes, they been hidin', know we get busy through they town
Know every time we come through spinnin' know we let off plenty rounds
That other dude, he be rappin', he ain't never put nothin' down
Let's switch the topic, everybody in the city know I got guap
Niggas dyin', mamas cryin', they keep tellin' me to stop
You mini Michael Jovovich talkin' 'bout, "Let's test it out on opps" (let's go)
Once you dyin', no revivin', know this shit'll never stop
My first drill was with a 19, next I shot ten deep, cocked
Now everything I'm clutchin' fully (grr), know this shit'll never lock
Walk down, put a bitch on Fox, 23 came with the box
Got so much guap, we startin' to hide this shit up under the sheetrock
(We got the cash)