Letras
Oh shit, you ain't got no grabber
Ayy, nigga, you know the protocol
When money call, better jump off that bed
She like, "Nigga, where you going?"
Bitch, I gotta knock my heads down
Don't surrender my line to line, I'm in this shit, y'all fed bound
I'm touching on that poppy, ooh, I know my sale love me
Ooh, every time I give that bitch a sample, she do the dougie
And I make this shit look good, but homebrew, this shit could get ugly
And I know my sale love me
And I know my sale love me, nigga, I know my sale love me
And I know my sale love me
And I know my sale love me when he introduce me to his family
Like right now, I'm gon' serve Josh and serve his daddy
And you might have crush on your phone, but you don't got her granny
I came from paddy wagon, racks got my pants sagging
My Amiris got a knot in 'em
You would never catch me in a huddle because it knocks
You will never catch me in that whoop if it's not tinted
I spent 500 on Celine, see, bitch, she different
I kicked her out the spot, after I fuck, nigga, these y'all bitches
I don't understand why niggas pillow talk to y'all bitches
I don't pillow talk, I pop a pole, and I'll left from the bitch quick
Soon as I wake up, I get in that car tryna get rich
Stove be in the mix, nigga, this sho' do
Don't ask me if I stole, know how to blend, 'cause that's for shit show
I got seven missed calls right now, and all 'em see Crystal
Too much motion at the spot, could fuck around cause a kick door
My sales know to come with cash, I ain't got no Bitcoin or crypto
But Unc tryna credit, and he know he good for it