Letras
Go, let's go
Staying up, high, I been stoning
Waking up, nights are like morning
Give it up, thinking she chosen
In the cut, got her indulging
Picking sluts, call it picking poison
Bill it up, blunt full of noise in
In the club, gotta get the toys in
Watch 'em dump, run it like hoisin
Give no fucks, give them employment
In the lobby, waiting for deployment
Give her nut, say she got the coil in
Dress it up, hope for me to spoil it
Dress it up, hope for me to spoil it
Water on me, we playing and boil it
All this money, how can I avoid it? Headshot
You ain't ever been gang gang
Body for your words, hangman
Tennis chain swinging, Grand Slam
Diaries of a bad man
Find the keys through the cab man
Same niggas drop me uptown
Posh until she see the bussdown
Why you think she such a slut now?
I'm up, ski
Fuck all the traffic, I got wings
Dress up the palace, I'm a king
My bitch just handed me a fling
Your shit embarrassing, all of the cappers
Somebody go get the violins
How can you stunt and ride the team?
Shit, you gonna need a submarine
Ugh, got a show so I'm brining the toy
Hella hoes that I'm tryna avoid
Got my young'uns rambo gripping up
Jagged edge like a pack of McCoys
She give me head, I ain't flipping a coin
Standard procedure on the way to the money
Got cars for the gang, they leaving shit ugly
A Merc' for my sis, a Range for my mummy
You wouldn't believe if I told you I'm humble
On my neck, no less than a hundred
And I might get my Audemars flooded
So my flooded Patek got a cousin
Couple models been under my covers
I see them in person, they act like it nothing
Got a video shoot in the hood
Gotta phone up my gunman and make sure he governs
I was young tryna find me a comeup
Now it's chocolate, olive all sunder
Now this ain't the standard spec', this a Mansory, can't you tell by the bumper?
My hitter don't grip no .22 gun, can't you see through the print in his jumper?
Run into opps, they ain't really on nothing
Don't shoot, just give them a gun but
You ain't ever been gang gang
Body for your words, hangman
Tennis chain swinging, Grand Slam
Diaries of a bad man
Find the keys through the cab man
Same niggas drop me uptown
Posh until she see the bussdown
Why you think she such a slut now?
I'm up, ski
Fuck all the traffic, I got wings
Dress up the palace, I'm a king
My bitch just handed me a fling
Your shit embarrassing, all of the cappers
Somebody go get the violins
How can you stunt and ride the team?
Shit, you gonna need a submarine
Ugh, the water is Fiji, yeah
I make it look easy, yeah
Like I'm obsessed with her hair and she needy, yeah
This money won't leave me, yeah
I stay out of town so they know when they see me
But I'm always there when they need me, yeah
I was just dreaming and now it seems freaky
They watching the team like the TV
They watching the G like the telly
I stay with them nails like I'm Melly, they know what I'm on
We hit up the country already
We send all the junkies the Cali, we don't need a phone
None of the copper is braille
Copped me a skelly from all of the bones
I'm one in a hundred already
My young'uns are loaded and ready, best lower your tone
Hundred more cribs up north and I'll be straight
P's showing up on time, how can I be late?
Trapped in so long, there ain't no escape
Breaking it down with the killers, put food on the plate
You ain't ever been gang gang
Body for your words, hangman
Tennis chain swinging, Grand Slam
Diaries of a bad man
Find the keys through the cab man
Same niggas drop me uptown
Posh until she see the bussdown
Why you think she such a slut now?
I'm up, ski
Fuck all the traffic, I got wings
Dress up the palace, I'm a king
My bitch just handed me a fling
Your shit embarrassing, all of the cappers
Somebody go get the violins
How can you stunt and ride the team?
Shit, you gonna need a submarine