Letras
Ayy, I do the dash with them digits, and don't need no calculator
And I get that lean and mix in that cream and call that bitch activator
Ayy, I swear you rappers my sons, and y'all
can just call me Darth Vader
Cause right now that moon rock with that zaza
Got a muthafuckin' cracker on the elevator
Ayy, I take it all the way up to the roof
No parachute,
Bitch, I be free fallin'
If you want me, I'm standin' in proof
And I'm livin' as truth, and I hear 23 callin' All of my day ones is gone, so I'm all alone
Screamin' out, we ballin' I keep me two thick, lil' flick, right on my dick
And shawty, they see-sawin',
I guess I can't see clearly
Let me push up these frames first
Bruh I sleep with that heat near me
Still stand on the same turf
And I'ma hold it down till they put me off in the ground
But I ain't goin' down that easily keep me some real gangsta's round
Y'all know that's me A to the K to the A to the P-E-L-L-A-A-S-A-P
Swear to God, y'all muthafucka better not test me I'm like the SATs
If you really wanna get up on my level
You probably need to invest some more cheese
Swear to God, I'm off in this bitch, I'm bout to show my fuckin' teeth
Man, it's like I'm tryin' to eat I swear to God, I look at all these hoes and I think,
Man, the game is too sweet