Letras
What the Fucc
What’s craccin
I swear that they don’t want the drama
Extended the clip on the lama
Yah homie he turned informer
I Hurd that they calling it karma
I just be talking my shit
It’s 10k for the fit
I could teach you how to whip
One call get em clipped
I swear that they don’t want the drama
Extended the clip on the lama
Yah homie he turned informer
I Hurd that they calling it karma
I just be talking my shit
It’s 10k for the fit
I could teach you how to whip
One call get em clipped
Bitch I’m a boss I don’t need to talk
Just bring me my bread when I walk in
Was deep in the trenches with tools like a wrench
Twelve pull up on us we hopping the fence
I was the captain not playing no bench
I got a bag ain’t look bacc since
Rest In Peace toke I lost all my friends
I’m moving dolly I can’t trust a soul
He moving woccy than he gotta go
Traded the forty and got a new pole
I put a tag on that nigga toe
I’m in the trap spot all alone
It’s just me, my nine and two phones
I run up the meter
Yah bitch a eater
Fucc her and dub her cause I do not need her
Beating the pot and I’m calling it Tina
Swerving in a Beamer
I swear that they don’t want the drama
Extended the clip on the lama
Yah homie he turned informer
I Hurd that they calling it karma
I just be talking my shit
It’s 10k for the fit
I could teach you how to whip
One call get em clipped
I swear that they don’t want the drama
Extended the clip on the lama
Yah homie he turned informer
I Hurd that they calling it karma
I just be talking my shit
It’s 10k for the fit
I could teach you how to whip
One call get em clipped