Текст песни
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
He causing trouble
He finna get blicked in the back
(Why these boys talk so much?)
Rocking the Burberry, blue, this shit on my feet
(Why these boys talk so much?)
Rock out the red carpet, bitches go wet, a faucet
(Why these boys talk so much?)
I know you see the vision, baby, see my diamonds
(Why these boys talk so much?)
Pull out the Rari out back
I'm finna talk to these boys 'til they understand that some of us bad
Choppa gon' sing 'til you pull out the money
Trackhawk hunting, too fast, huh
Turn all these bricks into cash, huh
Remember my life in the past, huh
Too much in my system, breaking bitches' hearts, breaking bones
Tone out of your words 'fore you get, shot up in the dome
Chrome Hearts, piercing through his chest
Big like megaphones
All of the words you regret, I turn into songs
Yeah, yeah
Walk out the room with some blue hunnids
Your bitch, she sucking my cucumber
I don't like her, but I like how this tune coming
These boys keep begging for help to come
But lemme tell you a lil secret
Ain't no one coming to preach you
Fucking her back 'til she screaming
He causing trouble
He finna get blicked in the back
(Why these boys talk so much?)
Rocking the Burberry, blue, this shit on my feet
(Why these boys talk so much?)
Rock out the red carpet, bitches go wet, a faucet
(Why these boys talk so much?)
I know you see the vision, baby, see my diamonds
(Why these boys talk so much?)
Fifty for her body, fifty for her smile, I don't even like it
I got too much on my style, I don't call it waste, shopping like a hobby
I don't play to lose, baby
You must be looking at someone new
Choppa gon' sing like a part of the blues
Fucking your bitch 'cause she ruined my mood
Pull a fit, you would think my wrist having a seizure
Heavy on me, if this bitch too much, I might just leave her
Big pockets, sagging to my side 'til my feet hurt
Why these boys keep talking, baby, talk so much
He causing trouble
He finna get blicked in the back
(Why these boys talk so much?)
Rocking the Burberry, blue, this shit on my feet
(Why these boys talk so much?)
Rock out the red carpet, bitches go wet, a faucet
(Why these boys talk so much?)
I know you see the vision, baby, see my diamonds
(Why these boys talk so much?)