Letras
Yop, Yop
Goddamn, this beat crazy as hell
Ha, Yeah, I don't scam but I've made racks off this iPhone
Fuck a friend, been ridin' with my brothers, this shit lifelong
Exotic smoke gon' make them jump high as hell…
Exotic smoke gon' make them jump like Skyzone
Hold on, come on, yeah
I don't scam, but I done made these racks off my iPhone
Fuck a friend, been ridin' with my brothers, this shit life long
Exotic smoke, gon' blow some in the air, jump high as Skyzone
The world up in my hands, cold as the pendant with my ice on
Going back and forth with brother Drayko on a iPhone
Knocked him out, he woke back up and thought he changed the time zone
Shit talking easy like I memorized the Rhymezone
Bro fifteen and come with crazy bars to have your mind gone
Everything I ever said is based off true events
Unpredictable, been going dumb, what you gon' do against it
Bro, paranoid, he keep a shank, gon' sign him up for fencing
I'm out my body, vision dirty blurry, need to wipe my lenses
Unless you're showin' love, don't wanna hear it, get up out my mentions
I'll leave the whip if I can't lose em' get to hoppin' fences
Hit the mall and drop a light bag, I get to shop and spending
Busted mouth, you need to get it fixed, go get a proper dentist
Just like the way this song go, Fuck
Just like the way this song go, get shorty, AHH
Just like the way this song go, get hoe a four for four
Was pushin' P up on the bike pedal's, sell high and buy it low
Lil' buddy way too gone addicted, can't get high no more
He's scouting watching all your chicken, man, he a spy for sure
You need some bops I know the perfect spot for you to cop a hoe
White boy from up the road joined the frat, and now he coppin' blow
They put some shots in his dome, then he did the Mary Poppin flow
Bro got depressed, said he cut his life to pieces like he Papa Roach
Been double dippin' with the cheese just like a nacho bowl
Back the fuck up, no she don't want you, that is not your hoe
White boy, but don't get this shit twisted, not your average Joe
You had your one run and fell down from the top like your ladder broke
Fat bitch hit the doctor, need to go on and get some lipo
Internet beefin', pussy fucked up and did a typo
Sign a prenup with that bitch before you ask her where your life go
They parked buddies whip with 556, he needing Geico
You think you funny in front of hoes, you tellin' dad jokes
I know this rappin' shit really gon' work, bitch, I'm past hope
Fuck, I'll say it again, what you mad for?
Angel Dust he tryin' to meet the Christ off of the crack smoke
Fuck, I'm in this, yeah, hold on, Haha
Ok, that boy talking
Cmon, Drew