Letras
Yeah
K-K-Kato on the track bitch
Yeah, aye, yeah
Hey
You know why broke boys shouldn't talk much
Yeah the thought of being broke it made me nauseous
Never slacking boy I'm always cautious
You can't reach me sorry that you lost touch
Part of me now just don't give a fuck
They not running up they know what's up
I don't do no talking I don't bluff
They not running up they know what's up
God bless the dead
New year, new money
Blew a lot of paper keeping up with the Joneses
New whips with the chrome tips
Bullets leave a nigga bones split
Glock 40 with the long clip
We want all the smoke like a bong rip
Fell in love with the wrong bitch
Move my kids away from Zone 6
It's a bully baby every zone sick
Had to shake away the devil's grip
Lot of vices I could wrestle with
People champ I need the medal bitch
Trap Panther let the metal spit
We ain't falling for your rhetoric
Came up had to shovel shit
Different whores let em shuffle dick
Truffle oil on the cuttlefish
Choke a bitch while I give her dick
These niggas just hit and miss
Getting head bumping SZA shit
Hypnotize em I'm the hypnotist
Nigga brush up your eurypnotics
In the Chevy bumping Triple 6
These pussy niggas fizzle quick
Bitch I'm certified this official bitch
You know why broke boys shouldn't talk much
Yeah the thought of being broke it made me nauseous
Never slacking boy I'm always cautious
You can't reach me sorry that you lost touch
Part of me now just don't give a fuck
They not running up they know what's up
I don't do no talking I don't bluff
They not running up they know what's up
Yeah, nigga's worst enemy is himself
Gotta kill all that doubt in your head nigga
Believe in you, fuck the rest