Letras
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Y T N nigga)
(Uh, these niggas don't want no smoke)
(Hop out-)
(This Hoodrichk4 and shit nigga)
(For real)
(Come on)
(Yeah, yeah)
Real street nigga I ain't ever been a hoe go check the ranks
I'm the type go spin a block and leave a pussy nigga fucking stank
That nigga mad at me I'm like for what I'm doing shit that he can't
Got off that field got in that court I took the ball right to the paint
Real expensive nigga LV shoes and Off White socks
I'm trying to fuck you while I'm drunk I told her put that drank on rocks
He talking all that fucking shit I bet I get yo lil ass popped
I don't want beef with none of you niggas cause most of y'all ass be cops
I'm a real solid nigga got a real solid bitch
Ever since I got a name all these hoes want take a flick
Be off these drugs like everyday cause when I'm sober I feel sick
I see my music doing numbers ain't to long until we lit
Ain't to long until we rich I switch the tag and switch my bitch
Switch my car too nigga
I go SRT Durango
Nigga play inside this bitch we knock shit down just like Jenga
The plug just came in with them pints told my bro pass me the Faygo
Drop a diss now this a case closed
My shooters go wherever I go
Hold on this pussy made a diss and the same day we went and spint they block
He trying to kiss all on this hoe and knowing that she eat on cock
He thinking with his dick he just don't know that bitch give all the drops
He came around this bitch he try to box and get put in a box
Got all exotic drugs I pour up lean and then go pop a perc
He claiming that he gangster got a gun but he ain't put in work
They know my fucking face cause every time we spin I hop out first
My gun just like a bitch I give it dick and let that lil hoe twerk
I feel like Shiesty need some out the store so i go fuck the clerk
They really laced as fuck if they just think they fixing spin this turf
Been going crazy lately might crash out and go shoot up the hearse