Letras
(RJ always trippin', man)
Off the 'zaudy, I don't do reggies
It's a supercharger if you ever see me do HEMI
Thirty in the stick, thirty milligrams in my body
Slammed off the Wocky, I might crash in the Masi'
Five-star telly, nodded off and crashed in the lobby
You think you slick, huh? We know them pants Abercrombie
Amiris with the rips like I just got attacked by zombies
I been hustlin' since forever, you can ask my auntie
Loaded my first strap at ten, you can ask my ahki
Might go surf and turf, it been a while since I had hibachi
Skate around your block with a stick and a mask like hockey
Off-White X on my back, they think I'm a Nazi
Out in Cali, niggas hidin' from the paparazzi
Piss a bitch still hittin' like it's Ronda Rousey
Taz might up the blick when it's gettin' crowdy
Turn you niggas sixty inches, now you gettin' mounted
Talk about the coin every song, I ain't shit without it
Gotta get the plaque, dead, bae, no other options
And I swear them MasterCards the only thing I'm coppin'
Piff ain't answer, he say he was far out in the mountains
Said fuck the L's, frozen lines the only thing I'm countin'
Been off the still, paint rock got me feelin' drowsy
Done had a trip, the experience was outer body
Tones don't feel like it's healthy, don't got pole by him
Been juggin' since a kid, ain't never had a role model
Been sippin' Wocky, I ain't never touched Patrón bottles
Say she innocent, I'ma bring the ho out you