Letras
Tour, bitch, we here or not, can't stop
Push the P, but I feel like Lil' B, Based God
You see, I rock the 24, I graduated from eight now
The coldest nigga from Detroit, you'd think I came from eight mile
Fuck your camp, nigga, the whole gang can catch a face shot
This nigga pockets filled with question marks like a tape drop
I do this shit for my fans, so can't no fuckin' tape flop
3,000 for my fit, play with Tour, I'd be a K-flock
Stop all that crashin' bout bitches, we probably share the same thot
Can't tell if it's rappin' or fashion, you see a nigga name hot
Euro was with me from day one, since worm cakes & sandbox
He ain't makin' the major league, keep on playin' the sandlot
Paintin' shit like it's Maybelline, nigga, touch a dreadlock
Vintage T-shirt from 93, damn near got it dead stock
I couldn't tell you my damn self, they wanna know my whereabouts
Solid put in the legwork, they tryna get it handed out, Tour
Is you with this shit or not, dawg, I'm bein' sure
Watch me run up athlete money, I don't play a sport
It's like you play fullback, nigga, run was short
Getting to the bag shit like a drug, I'm bout to overdose
Double cups and 42 shots, we finna have a toast
My New shit badder, last bitch tryna do the most
Me and the bros always bumpin' heads, cause we fuckin' goats
Smoked the road, killed it till it's dead, turned it to a ghost
Bitch we here now can't stop
Push the P, but I feel like Lil B, Based God
See, I rock the 24, I graduate from eight now
The coldest nigga from Detroit, you think I came from eight mile
Signed a deal gave his ass to Lowball, GameStop
Can't chill when I get a fast break, bang out
Aw, damn, he done got jammed up and name drop
They should know me well by now, I ain't even gotta say much
I'm with Zo, that's a hundred thousand, two drakes tucked
Matter of time till you die, tryna get your rank up
Naw, I need my shit on time, no pay cuts
All the hoes gon' be right there, get yo pap up wrld tour or die