Letras
Ay, ayo Marley, turn this shit up, boy
I like talkin' crazy, alright
I like talkin' crazy, if I'm talkin', pay me
Tryna get that raw shit from me talkin', it's gon' cost you maybe
Couldn't count no racks unless I rap, bro, I think talkin' save me
Gotta load up straps, it's in my lap, bro, we take caution daily
Yo, Prakash is lazy
Yo, I been lowkey shady
She so compelled of Gang and Hill, bitch, her bitch walk to Hades
She tryna get Nell straight off the bill, bitch, I only talk to ladies
I ain't been talkin' lately, I only talk to Kenzie
I eat her plenty, she gotta pin me just to stop the frenzy
Bro, I'm too stingy, my bitch friendly, just let them apprehend me
It ain't good, 'cause my bitch gettin' smoked
I don't need no friends, I don't need no hoes
You gon' need some bands to show me what you on
You ain't got no plans, you ain't got no goals
You like bein' broke, you don't like gettin' stylish
Havin' empty pockets don't affect the conscience
I make profit from my conscience, still don't check the comments
Peep the diagnostics to my process, y'all can never stop this
My bitch hot like mocha chocolate, look like Pocahontas
Gang, yo bitch obnoxious, this the block list, she get no responses
I done tried it all, ain't no dialogue, she just gon' lock the door
I done touched my lips from thoughts on whores, that my bitch awkward for
Glocky shot and scored, the Glocky awkward forms
I think my shoulder popped and tore from such a awkward feeling
And my bro done drag a Porsche inside a Taurus if he gon' swap the chords
And I'm gon' drop a short to switch the bass so I can swap the chords
She the type to wander inside a Ford, so I'll shop the Casadoras
I got so much cash and ore that I can't ask for more
She got so much ass and orange that I can't pass the door
I got so much, man, blood
I ain't four season, all season, nigga
I ain't four season, all season, nigga
I ain't four season, all season, nigga
I ain't four season, all season