Letras
It's not even like she don't see that I'm trying
She still had the nerve to come tell me"it's over"
Feel like a star cause I really be shinin
I barely be thinkin' bout shit when I'm sober
Gang finna pull up, we marchin' on timin
Blastin' them bullets, hit you in yo shoulder
Ain't go to no college, got no damn degrees, made em' think"How the fuck this lil' nigga get colder?"
Blastin' at niggas, headtap from a Rover
Lay that bitch down, like some bedsheets; I fold her
Told him don't touch me; that Glock in the holster
And the gang get to putting these niggas on posters
I done touched so much bread, I don't even use toasters
Grab that bitch by the waist, and I told her move closer
Bad bitch, she got a BBL, I told that bitch bend over
Lay the bitch down, fucked a bitch, I broke a sweat
I grabbed a headband
Brodie get mad, bring the stick out
Like he in a marching band
Too much money, broke the rubber band
Bought some Timberlands, I stole your bitch
She need a better man; I gave her Dividends
Shawty twerkin' Pooka like the way she dance
Get mad and flash a hand
Pooka spittin' fire on the beat, I need a ceiling fan
Pooka spittin' fire on the beat, I gotta kick and can
If it ain't about that bag, then Pooka do not give a damn
Whip my dick out, piss on shit, I gotta mark my territory, bitch
Rap on beats, I'm goin' stupid like this Hereditary, bitch
Pooka finger got a itch
Found a beat and took a shit
Tell the bitch I like her, come and party, come and party, bitch
I'm on the phone right now, so I told that bitch, come here
Come over
I had to tell Jseato to chill; he keep tryin' to kill shi
Run shi over
I was on house arrest, I ain't go outside, I was locked up
Last October
If you get too close, this choppa gon' bite like a snake, this shit a cobra
Bro like Rambo with that stick, he hop out, walk out like a soldier
I'ma walk out with that stick and spam this shit like a controller