Letras
Like, I'm never lackin' Two, three shots, I'm makin' it happen
Run up on me, you know whats gon' happen Talking on me, but don't want the static
Leave the crib and get you a ratchet Like, I'm tryna up it in fashion
Niggas be rappin', Not fit for the action Hittin' my shots, they think that I'm hackin
Ask what I'm jackin', get hit with some hot shit
Spin through your block, you know I'm tryna flock shit
I want the smoke, but who wanna match it? I'm with SB, who got G in the mackage
Cant fumble the package, if you buyin it, G in the jacket for you if you coppin' it
Stay with my brothers, no toppin' it Shorty a bop, she stay toppin' shit
Grrr, like, we tryna creep On court, flockin' for the P
Why would I lack? I keep it in my jeans Keep it tucked if he said it was beef
Like, Yeah they know Ima tweak, Hop with the ride, bullets make him bleed
Grrr,
Yeah, they got me on hots, The Maybach Parked And the Jet got shot
Free bro, had him duckin' they top Like, I'm on the 5th, tryna clear the spot
With the Rip, we out to New Lot Start wavin' the pole, get crafty on they block
Spin with a wok we going to click on a wok
Mention bro, bullets hit his top
Like, I'm never lackin' Two, three shots, I'm makin' it happen
Run up on me, you know what's gon' happen, Talkin' on me, but don't want the static
Ask what I'm jackin', get hit with some hot shit
Spin through your block, you know I'm tryna flock shit
I want the smoke, but who wanna match it? I'm with SB, who got G in the mackage
Cant fumble the package, If you buyin' it G in the jacket for you if you coppin' it
Stay with my brothers, no toppin' it Shorty a bop, she stay toppin' shit