Letras
For real gotta start taking this music shit seriously, bruh (Aye)
People gotta, people gotta for real take me seriously, bruh, I gotta (What)
I gotta step up
(Aye, aye, aye)
Told the bitch, sit down
Ugly bitch, still gotta get up
Blowin' her back, gotta make her do sit ups
Keep this shit on the low, ain't no talking 'bout SZA
And I shout out my bro, gotta give him his big ups
When he down on the ground, I just made that boy hiccup
Promise to God my racks finna get bigger
Cash on the ground, make it look like it's litter
(Cough, cough, cough)
I just be facin' this blunt
Cop me an eighth, and you know that it's Runtz
Down on the street, I be totin' my gun, what
(Buh, buh, buh)
I got a blaster, a Nerf
Bro switching sides, he was just on my turf
Lightning McQueen, we gon' zoom and get first
(Zoom and get, first)
First one, I send him to heaven
I triple my digits, lucky number seven
She wanted it loud, so I'm getting it revving
(Skrt, skrt, skrt)
Hop in the whip and I take off
He talking tough, but I ain't doin' sticks, so I swear to God, I cut the brakes off
I had to hit it like it was my day off