Letras
I'ma be chasing, yeah, anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway
anyway, say anyway, yeah, anyway
You gotta charge it to the streets before you charge it to the game
Won't be no case, don't say no name, my feelings changed, but I'm the same
Up that Glock, that bitch went bangin', nigga, I feel the same way
I don't give a fuck, we try to kill a nigga, pressure, pressure
Bitch, apply that pressure, nigga, play with LBG
Her life is ass, I'm on that stretcher
I love this bitch so much, man, I'm honest, why just bless her
But if you play with LBG, we giving her some pressure
Now they try to box me in, oh, I just got caught with them gramps
Free the bros that's up the road, tell them, free Sean Lomar and Cam
I just came back to some P's at 27 in my hat
Ain't no lick, I keep the stick, I keep them bands up in my pants
Chogging bands, all my bros, fuck the fancy, just a ho
They keep talking on the low, see him in public, let it go
All my bitches, they got badder, all my bitches, they got fatter
Heard them niggas wanting smoke, give me a Glock, it got a ladder
Ayy, pressure, pressure, we just broke knees, we got extra
Stappers, Stappers, LBG, we really wrecking
Statch them out, I bet we scratchy
Seen that opp, he let it blow, left that switch, he wipe his nose
Shorty turn him to a ghost, he right back at it, selling loads
Hop on the traffic, bet they know, in the wigs, they hot and gold
And he froze, and his face is all on gold
Wig tapped on front of Roots, we're poached
We've been bugged on the snow, they know what's up with us, they know
Try to rob, I bang my stick, don't think shit's sweet, I keep my gun
Heard they posted at that gas station, might pull up to pump one
We just got some AOPs, hop out the low and get it done
Know they hit me, they can't take me, bitch, you know that I'm the one
Hell, I'm up, I got another one, so fix the double trouble
If somebody's scoring us, make sure you get a triple double
And they play with me, they end up on a 10, don't slide me