Текст песни
Ayo!
Them boy bitches, someone send 'em back to St. Anne's
Taki in my waistband, money still exchange hands
Darling, how you free your pussy for that waste man?
Inshallah, I'm flying straight once this tape lands
Still I need a big bag to put this line down
As long as cats buy brown, my schedule tied down
You in the deep end, you try swim, you might drown
I told my little killy lay low until this dyaz down
I had a dream last night, I licked half an M
Too real, I can't pretend, weird youts want to dem
I took it all, ground my skull, so let's start again
I don't think that I could ever give a bitch my heart again
My killy barbecuing beef like he grilling meat
Bruh, I was in the street way before the industry
When I was in the T, they were tweeting, spilling tea
Bro, this ain't entertainment, this the shit I live and breathe
Pebble down a half a brizz, divide it into dots
Cut it with a razor blade and tie it in a knot
My janitor gon' do his job, he sliding with the mop
You better get it how you live or live with what you got
I'm on a country lane tryna skip the M-way
Twenty-four hour guarantee, get it the next day
It's dinner time, hit my line, I'm tryna get paid
I'll die before I'm dead broke, I don't carry dead weight
Them boy bitches, someone send 'em back to St. Anne's
Taki in my waistband, money still exchange hands
Darling, how you free your pussy for that waste man?
Inshallah, I'm flying straight once this tape lands
Still I need a big bag to put this line down
As long as cats buy brown, my schedule tied down
You in the deep end, you try swim, you might drown
I told my little killy lay low until this dyaz down
He just a gunner for the camera like DT
In the T, knee deep, boshed it with creatine
I'm on the M1, flying up to B3
This car full of dubs like a SN1 EP
Check my CV, you know how the game goes
Nothing new, same old, trapping in the same clothes
My little killy get it cracking when I say so
Beat something off and make her rack it on the main road
3M, I hope he buss it on the pill
And she don't want no baby, so she buss it on the pill
The gods on the street, I give a fuck about a deal
Tell me how much packs I gotta flip to run me up a mill
Them boy bitches, someone send 'em back to St. Anne's
Taki in my waistband, money still exchange hands
Darling, how you free your pussy for that waste man?
Inshallah, I'm flying straight once this tape lands
Still I need a big bag to put this line down
As long as cats buy brown, my schedule tied down
You in the deep end, you try swim, you might drown
I told my little killy lay low until this dyaz down