Letras
I treat the yo like a night and a day job, leave out this bitch when it pay off
300 B , take the whole damn face off, got niggas scared to come play ball
Boxin' with who? do I look like Jake Paul? I'm tryna catch me an 8-ball
Niggas dick eatin' too much, need to lay off, I'm only eatin' up, stay calm
Lil' bro get busier than busy, he walk in the crib with a switchy like, hey y'all
I'm blowin' up on you niggas like, please take a seat and prepare for the takeoff
Bro off the drugs so bad, you would think I'm his dad, tryna tell him to lay off
We just did a nigga so bad, like, Craig, how the fuck you get fried on your day off
You want them bows in the smell proof, tell me how much, you gon' spend I'll mail you
Yeah, I take cashapp zelle too, we lay that belt boy, didnt, I tell you?
My play for a 10-pack, fell thru, answer the phone like, hello, can I help you
If you want the bag, I can help you, come buy a bag and just sell what I sell with you
Louis V shoe with the bag and bracelet to match it, just add me up
Niggas try run from that switchy, for some odd reason, ain't nobody fast enough
My own OG said, he gon' need help with the P's & the trap ain't fast enough
I really can teach it, as long as you come with a fee, you can come get a class with Shum
I treat da yo. like a night and a day, job leave out this bitch when it pay off
300B, take the whole damn face off, got niggas scared to come play ball
Boxin with who ?do I look like Jake Paul? I'm tryna catch me an 8-ball
Niggas dick eatin too much, need to lay off, I'm only heatin' up, stay calm
Niggas got caught and brought up like the fetus, gettin' shot, bitchin' and screamin
Wasn't even meant but since that's his kin , he died for his sins like Jesus
It's hard to catch em these fuck niggas cheatin', how I'm supposed to race with a cheetah?
We was lookin' for you, but he end up gettin' it too, cause he had your features.
Got caught in dat car, head down tryn wait for a broad, what the fuck was he thinkin'
Niggas sent your dog to God, bout 9 & tall it ain't no secrets
I pull a string and I'm gettin' God like he gettin' a call from the seamstress
She ate the dick from the tip to the balls, so now my shit covered in gloss