Letras
(Bijan 'bout to let that bitch go!)
All my shooters pretty but can't show face
I blow a kiss to give them the okay
They spin your block
They're doing rotations, okay
Fuck all these niggas, man, I'm so gay
I'm in this bitch
Still riding round with your hoe
I'ma blame the window tints
When we go run 'em over
Tell the judge I'm innocent
Leave the rest up to my lawyer
My brother got a switch
But he gon' keep it loyal
Yeah, I'm with Tasha & Keisha
Capeesh?
Still got a lil bop
She waiting on me
Let's make it look nasty, okay
Put a lil beam on top of the stick
Let's make it look fancy, okay
Brother said let's go handle the beef
They don't even have stake, okay
Better invest in a vest or a tech
I'm in the crowd like Ron Artest
I'm in the crowd like "Who want next?"
My dog go get the stick, fetch
Frappe-le fort sur la tête
Fuck nigga, pardon my french
If I'm pitching, you gon' catch it at your head
If you sliding, better get home safe, okay
All my shooters pretty but can't show face
I blow a kiss to give them the okay
They spin your block
They're doing rotations, okay
Fuck all these niggas, man, I'm so gay
I'm in this bitch
Still riding round with your hoe
I'ma blame the window tints
When we go run 'em over
Tell the judge I'm innocent
Leave the rest up to my lawyer
My brother got a switch
But he gon' keep it loyal