Letras
I do drill between them, they like to ball shit in
Thug insurance, they try to hit their lights, I snatched off in the fin
30 pokin' out my fuckin' pocket, I ain't goin' for shit
Had to let him know he ain't like that, he's a fuckin' bitch
Paperwork party on all these niggas, he's a fuckin' snitch
Really grew up takin' shit, lil' nigga, just call me the Grinch
Be quiet, let's win, we creep up, get shit tight
This tight-ass nigga ain't spendin' no fuckin' money, might buy my bitch a bust
They say, lil' lips, do seat shifts
Pull up on his ass, put this on five, I'm givin' his ass my clip
And on with Bitwo, we make racks, I'm costin' the shit
And on with Ye, that line my blood, you play with him, you kill
And we been touchin' racks, these niggas trippin
Pussy catch a grip, and he ain't double off
His ass a plate, your pussy ass gettin' dipped
Slide too deep in the box, and on with Tate, boy, you can't run Camille
And I'm so deep off in this shit, ain't no nigga I feel
Jump out, Swain appeasin, and this bitch came with a fuckin' seal
Jump out, gang get greasin, told my baby, we really lay in built
Most of these niggas, they not my son, I'd rather call him Neal
I splash ass like Mikey Phelps, tell him I need a ref
He tell my smoke, I roll him up, shot a top shelf
I get lil' screws and bang a billy, that shit bad for him
A lot of shit make me angry, chain style, I keep a banger
All I did was call the bros, and they done pulled the tights
That boy outside like, nah, then we gon, we gon' fuckin' hang him
Brought him to the spot, now we done fuckin' trained him
Before nigga kiss the cab, and we gon' fuckin' bang him
Flatback on the Nina
Pullin' really rippin' shit, like Hurricane Katrina
Smokin' like, hey, who the fuck named the Tina
Got the drop on the opp, UAV, I done pinged him
Now I'm back up in that mode
Got my brother, Charles, nigga really swangin' bold
All I did was call a couple bitches, now I got a couple hoes
Nigga took it down to plug, now I got a couple bows