Letras
Yeah (Drop, drop, time, time, kill, kill, Glocks, Glocks)
(Drop, drop, time, time, kill, kill, Glocks, Glocks)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Ay, fuck everybody, who tryna suck on my body
My bad, lil' homie, I'm just always on molly
I got Glock 5s, Avis on me, 24/7
I like Lil Uzi, but I prefer the weapon
I mean, oh fuck me, why you all on me?
You tryna fuck with me, but now I'm with the whole team
I got rock, fent, lean, couple of mollies
Bitch, get on your knees, I'm not killin' for money, woah
Callin' me, askin' where the bitches at
Hoes tryna flex with my money, and their titties wet
I don't want no lap dance, suck me with your deep throat
I got money 'cause I don't care 'bout them, ain't been broke
Cops think I'm sellin' dope
You got a strap?
Well, I got a scope
.223, gon' make you lose all your hope, damn
Yeah, yeah, woah, woah,
Woah, woah, woah, run the beat
Bitches arrive, askin' for the Wi-Fi
Temporary hoes tryna get in my whole life
But who knows what I'm 'boutta do in this hoe, bitch
Lil' bro a snitch, he don't know the streets in this bitch, yeah
Damn, what can I say?
I carried all this weight by myself the whole way
Fake homies still tryna cut my pay
But they gon' regret it every day
Listen to what I say
Every day is what I'm sayin'
I'm keepin' it real, that is what you are hearin'
Boaw
She's in the town, luck
She's goin' down, suck
Your money is mine, duck
Cut me a line, cut
Sniff it, no time, clock
Drinkin' fine wine, fuck
Long 69, pop
Bam
This shit is stressful, damn
I gotta hit my pen
Your girl with me RN
When you ask her, she says I'm her man, man
Switchin' bitches like I am really Ben 10
She asked me to record it, she's my biggest fan