Letras
(Baby-huh, you don't wanna make that move)
(You don't wanna bend it over, you don't wanna)
Undercover all up on my jeans, lil bitch
I was selling dope just like the 80s
Hit that boy with hollows, he was screaming out to God to save him
Sippin' Wock, out da baby bottle, know there ain't no saving
(Told my youngings never post your fuckin lo)
I just told my youngin's "Never post your fucking lo"
Even though they never there, you know that you never know
Don't know what I'm talking 'bout? Ha
Skill issue lil bro (skill issue lil bro)
Hop out out the car, you know that we out to spray
Got a Nina on my waist, and an AK on the seat
There's a 16 in the back, that's my brother tuning right
He got hit with a flashbang, he had teardrops in his eyes
Baby if I fuck with you, you better not mess this up (ha)
You don't know who I am? Baby best of luck (best of luck)
Hit that boy with sticks pack, tunnel vision up
He was talking shit now, where is he at?
Hit that boy with 223, 'cause we don't spin with 45s
That boy is a clone, that boy a bot
He don't got no vision, he ain't even blind
(Woah-Yeah)
I might go cop Vetements
I don't got no Stylist never will
Bellion from head to toe
Future ten years, know we will
That man is a prodigy
Future ten years, know we will
You just gotta trust the process, you know that we'll all win
Undercover all up on my jeans, lil bitch
I was selling dope just like the 80s
Hit that boy with hollows, he was screaming out to God to save him
Sippin' Wock, out da baby bottle, know there ain't no saving
(Told my youngings never post your fuckin lo)
I just told my youngin's "Never post your fucking lo"
Even though they never there, you know that you never know
Don't know what I'm talking 'bout? Ha
Skill issue lil bro (skill issue lil bro)