Текст песни
Gotta keep an extendo to 32
With A hundred round drums if we drilling you
We can’t be feeling you
Fuck all ya feelings too
Bodies dropping if you think we ain’t physical
Bitch I ain’t into you
Shit could get critical
Pocket rocket stuck on me like purple juice
Pocket watching I know that they plotting too
Pocket stocking I’m hungry for money moves
I cannot fuck witchu
Dice with the money moves
Whip it up in the kitchen that's muddy juice
Serving junkies and addicts down hunting route
Gotta move like I’m Chapo you speak I shoot
Bullets ain't feeling you
Know I’m around nigga
Killers they move with no sound nigga
We don’t take kindly to clown niggas
Fuck all them niggas that drowned
Yea
We just profound yea
We never down nigga
Money too up never down nigga
I gotta a milly In pounds nigga
I got a city I found yea
We can’t get down yea
Fuck up the bank
Had to hit me a lick on the bank
I remember them times when a nigga was hungry
Nobody was handing me plates
Had to cop me baguettes for the face
Had to spend me a mill in a day
Had to go flip a bag in a day
Had to go fuck a bitch with good brains
And I don’t know her name
Extendo to 32s
With A hundred round drums if we drilling you
We can’t be feeling you
Fuck all ya feelings too
Bodies dropping if you think we ain’t physical
Bitch I ain’t into you
Shit could get critical
Pocket rocket stuck on me like purple juice
Pocket watching I know that they plotting too
Pocket stocking I’m hungry for money moves
I cannot fuck with you
Niggas don’t fuck with you
You know them niggas not loving you
They see the your energy and see how you vibe
And claim that they really just feeling you
They just be back on they bullshit
Lurking like you got a Four Fifth
Learn how to clutch up a Four Fifth
Don’t you pretend you got more men
You ain’t got no friends
Make me a hit list
i'mma hand out these hollows for Christmas
i'mma wet me a block let his wig split
I got shootas who pull up don’t say shit
don’t you go say shit
Oh
Gotta keep an extendo to 32
With A hundred round drums if we drilling you
We can’t be feeling you
Fuck all ya feelings too
Bodies dropping if you think we ain’t physical
Bitch I ain’t into you
Shit could get critical
Pocket rocket stuck on me like purple juice
Pocket watching I know that they plotting too
Pocket stocking I’m hungry for money moves
I cannot fuck witchu