Letras
Yeah what them cents say
Got a bad bitch callin me sensei
In the pussy go lui kang
Issa mood thing
When I'm holdin this M Garand
Better be on yo best day
Bitch i been off the porch
Aint no need for a ring or award
Me and chief got the pedal to the floor
In a jag and it used to be a ford
But we making these plays happen
Aint no time for a bitch
In a flat up in manhattan
Keep the tag i don't need to check
Floating on the beat where the pie at
Bitch i need need that
Then slide the addy
Serve it to you in the stu
We right back
If you hating on me just understand
Lil nigga You a light pack
If its eye for eye
Make the world blind
No need you give more blindfolds
Walking through the scene with a mask
And a knife might as well call me michael
Bitch i been out the way
So many loaves
Helping me with pain
Got a couple OPPS
On tha ashtray
If I'm on the court
Might as well feint
If I'm on the field
Better check your rank
Glock 36 and a couple K's
Dragon with a beam
You don't want to meet
Make your big bro into a black tee
I got competition
Wait you serious
Bet
Hitting licks
Ever since six
I'm a dream chaser
I was destined
Grateful that i had a home
Ian have have drip
Ian have no fish
Yeah ian have no fish
Hitting licks
Ever since six
I'm a dream chaser
I was destined
grateful that i had a home
Ian have have drip
Ian have no fish
Yeah what dem
Yeah what dem
Yeah what dem