Letras
(Yea)
(Ian gon lie that shi tuff)
(Let's go) (Let's get it)
Lets get it
They talk down we pulled up on the block got to spinning
Told em look up on the clock bitch we winning
I got his bitch on me can't stop cause im different
Long conversation with god like what's missing
They turn my shit on and can't pause cause they listen
With bro on the Court and we balling like Pistons
Got your hoe on my phone all these calls I been missing
I just can't let em figure me out gotta switch it
Up cause I don't give a fuck bout no bitches
Only thing Im standing up bout is digits
Fuck a bus I slide with bro got a Hitlist
I pulled up on his hoe to get the dick licked
She keep texting my phone "you gotta hit this"
After I hit then go you gotta dip bitch
They know I don't give a fuck about shit bitch
Bro let off 25 like its Christmas
This the one that's gon make em go listen
JC been moving alone why he distant
I didn't even know that's his hoe why he dissing
Try not to let it distract me it got to me
Got too much of this money like Monopoly
She gotta go I kicked her off the property
Used to be running through 1700
Till Frank Martin wanna fucked up the block for me
Now im living on 3rd this shi getting too hot for me
Folks around me moving weird moving odd to me
Say they having motion not a lot to me
Seen a whole lotta shit I don't gotta say
I hop out with the drip on my Prada day
Like im Roddy I call her my Prada Bae
If you really proud let me know that your proud of me
In the sky, too high
Crazy how the fuck so quick time flew by
Lowkey can't wait till its time to die
Lowkey can't say what's in my true mind
Cant fw cocaine I cannot do lines
I beat a Court Case I cannot do time
Know the whole gang finna blow up in due time
I feel awakened like I gotta new mind
Lets get it