Letras
Dancing near the driver for the Bentley while I count no racks
She wanna ride with me through every hood while I sell this pack
Nine strokes and her pussy think I killed her cat
Trish coasts out the show to conceal the strats
When Louis lights show they stargaz give him a heart attack
We out the Trish, we out the walkin' now we pourin' acts
Make a couple mil off the rap then invest in tracks
Take a gamble with this shit like you be playin' crack
I'm all the way in and I'm turnin' boy, nah
Fuck burn me, I'm tryna burn back
Don't let the skinny shit fool you, I get out and scratch
I'ma knock her back to place if she get out of track
I'm in out of line, I'm poppin', that's the bottom line
How many lines of walk you drop today? Shit, I got a nigga that be with it every time
If it's boutta crack, I don't respect money
You could lose a lot to that dollar sign
You so broke I bet your ass couldn't pay a dollar fine
Broke as fuck, nigga, it's your nigga, can I get a dollar sign
Autopilot on my car, I can talk and drive
I be a house shooter, ain't nothin' bout that we should glorify
I'm a real hooper, nigga, I'ma hurt ballin' now
Every car I drive stand out, been to court, I-I
I threw the gun to him, off safety, curves caught the fire
Bitch, I can't fuck with you no more, you got caught in the lie
Ayy, I been blowin' too much back wheels on the foggy side
I don't ever call no bitch first on the call me side
I just hit a bitch from the back on the doggy side
Damn, it was doggy style
Bunch of bad bitches butt naked, yeah, the party's wild
Tryna build to the top, how you fallin' out
You was supposed to bin pack me that bread, why you storm me out
Damn, stupid bitch
Why the fuck they pass you the ball? You shoot to miss
Double G on me, it's a Gucci fit
Made a million dollars, but I spend it, I was new to this
Old ho tryna fuck on that Cougar shit
Wrist dangle out the window, everything legit
Turn her on designer clothes, upgrade my bitch
Then make another hit song while she suck my dick
This mob shit is real, come on, all the violence
Fly in a jet, state the state, I been through every climate
Do a hundred and I strike her, all you hear is sirens
Internet thug, can't reason why these niggas dyin
Big ten million and tear through a bison
If you not givin' pussy up, then I can't punch off light
Dig redbone with blonde hair, she got the tiger stripes
Bitch, I'm high as hell off a four, I'm nine at the light
Street nigga with two three when I rock the mic
It don't matter about the price, he just need his vice
All he seen was four whips lyin' in the night
That nigga trippin' by the L, but that's a part of life
Bro, if you teach you how to make a living, gotta play it right
Send him up like Ben Frank, but we didn't use a kite
Fuck the freak bitch and her friend, shit, I probably might
I'm not gon' stop this rap shit till I'm ten million high