Letras
Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat
Uh huh, uh, uh huh (Brrt, brrt) , ayy, uh
Yeah (Whew, whew, whew, whew)
I'm on '94, in a '55, doing double that
Catch the opps Moncler and pop
Him like some bubble wrap
If I hand it off to gang
I know he won't fumble that
What he tossing in the club
I know I can double that
Nah, I can't triple that, tah, uh
I should start detention, all my bitches bad
Louis V duffel like a toilet
Got some shit in that
I ain't got no mo'fucking balance, bitch
I trip in Saks i'll tell a bitch it's that
Anytime I look into a mirror, bitch
I see the shit
Counting blues while your bitch blew me
I must be a Crip
Glocky tuck in on my Mike Amiri's
Know you see the blick
Funny if that bitch ain't eating
Dick, I tell her, "Eat a dick"
He ain't your mans, he on split poles
Back-to back rounds with this bitch
Left my dick swole ain't no zippies 'round
Ganger smoking off the big 'bow
Looking like a hobo in these
Thousand dollar ripped clothes
Only hit the coldest bitches
I don't even gotta pop my shit
The bitches know who winning
Hitman'll clean the scene up
You won't know who did it
ADD, we can't sit still, we in motion with it
Yeah, gotta know the blick next to me
Ganger rich
BabyTron counting shit next to me
You ain't SBDSM, you can't sit next to me
I ain't hit your bitch, boy, I got big neck
Dummy speaking out his neck
223's left his chest open
Closet like a ocean
I step in and get to breaststroking
He ain't really tough
He just be acting like he Seth Rollins
Shooter think he Virgil
Catch a opp and put a X on it
Closet full of letters like I'm
Tryna learn the alphabet