Letras
You could try but I'm gon' always be ahead of you
I fucked around and broke the skizzy cleaning residue
I was tryna find some Morton but the red a do
I ain't bring no Trojans with me so the head a do
I been shaking all this weight but I ain't slimmin' down
I got stocks and physical pape, gold and silver rounds
I know her kid bad he wearin' silver crowns
Soon as she put his ass to sleep I'm finna dick her down
I just threw a pokeball tryna catch the pape
You tryna give the bitch your all, she tryna catch a date
I put a four up in a pop, it look like cabernet
I'm Michael Myers in that pussy how I stab away
I got paper running through my hands like I'm washing em
I be thumbing through the bands like I'm massaging em
My plug got the best strands so I shop with em
That's the reason I be doin' grand & live in opulence
Right now I'm focused on my hustle I got tunnel vision
Bustin' my moves makin' my rounds in different subdivisions
He spent so much with me I treat em' like my mother children
You be hatin' on yo folks, I love to see my brothers winnin
I ain't never put no poultry in a turkey bag
Ain't got a job but made a living off the working class
I'm drivin' through a rural town where the service bad
These hoes ain't worth a Michael Kors but want a Birkin bag
I wake up everyday, get up and make it count
Everybody play they role we ain't just hangin' out
Ain't tryna get yo hustle on then you go stay without
Ain't nobody put me on I had to make a route
I watched em' eat up in my face but I got motivated
When you touch down in the bay I'm where the golden gate is
I got a play up out in Vegas like the Oakland Raiders
What you need? It's at my fingertips like some rolling papers