Letras
All of my opps they're broke
Laugh at these niggas, I think they're a joke
Go get some money, go buy you a pole
I'm in the street and I'm selling out coke
Hit from the back and I'm gripping her throat
Knock on my lap, not in my coat
Told that lil' nigga to stay out the field
Niggas pay money to get me spilled
Clutching my knock and I'm clutching the wheel
Tire go squeal
Leaving the scene, I'm punching the gas
Ducking my head, bullet go through glass
Say that she love me she shaking her ass
My bro he want her, then I'mma pass
He got a pistol, don't shoot pictures
I got a missile, bet it wont miss you
Military issue, I got the drop and I bet its gon' get you
Bet its gon' get who? I'm tryna bug
I'm tryna spin through
He said who? I'm tryna get you
Cant say names, niggas know my Swervin' through lanes, cuz she tryna top me
Fuckin' for hours cuz I'm on a Oxy
Fuck on her friend, fuck on her posse
I'm gonna blow just watch me
Always on go, just watch me
Teach you to sco, just watch me
Big bankroll, just watch me
They wanna copy
That nigga mad, that nigga lacking he going out bad
Know where I'm at, niggas they plotting I gotta move tact
Or its a wrap, gun on my lap while I'm pumping the gas
Or I'll get tagged, he put it up so I'm uppin' it back
Switching the mag
How you do that?
How you do that?
She got jatt, how you do that?
Threw it back, how you do that?
She got jatt, how you do that?
Threw it back, how you do that?
You not my opp, you my fan
Wanna be like me, go get bands
He wanna fight me, I don't do hands
No I'm not Tyson, boy get jammed
He tryna beef on the gram
That is that shit that I cant understand
Look at the way that he ran
God damn
Ain't nobody gon' get back