Letras
Damn, son! (Four3va the fuckin' G.O.A.T.)
(Nigga, fuck is you talkin' 'bout?)
I'll love you forever, Syd
I love DJ GREN8DE
Hoe, what I say?
I was 17 with that glizzy
Pop shit on fuck nigga made nigga get dizzy
Rap shit before video, this shit no kizzy
Jungle runts inside my block just got that bitch I'm sticky
Playboi with that blicky like I fuck on Iggy
Brazilian bit' with me, know she pop a titty
Told that bit' that I loved her, but I was just kidding
After killing fuck niggas, we just say "good riddance"
Pull that Prada out, you know it ain't no pressure
When these hollow tips hit him, they put him on stretcher
That glizzy, my nanny, I call that bitch Jessie
I draw down with that Smith & Wesson, so don't test me
We gon' pop at his partner because I'm so petty
My psycho, they itchin', call up Machiavelli
We fuckin' like three or four different bitches in this telly
Police pull me over, throw gas out the window, shit smelly
Vampire, they pop out at night, shit get deadly
That boy caught a D.P., we gave his ass wedgie
I put .30 on nigga, live life just like belly
I just grill at that nigga when I knew they not ready
I'm addicted to count money, I got a lil' fetish
He talkin' 'bout his stomach hurt 'cah we just popped at his belly
Lil' bit' got the WAP, I just told that to Fetty
We twist nigga top like spaghetti
I mix up this Glock like I'm Nino Andretti
He can't come to the block, we swung door like Andretti
You just missed all your shots, you ain't shoot that bit' steady
They copy my flow, and I don't get no goddamn credit
Got all types of hoes and they bopped out heavy
A semi and a fully just popped out that Chevy
Pussy-ass nigga, y'all nigga be soft, just like Teddies