Текст песни
You couldn't even walk a mile in these Ricks
You couldn't even walk around with my bitch
You can't even come around this shit
On my D
Is where I found your bitch
She fuckin' with me
I got style and shit
I can really style your stylist kid
I just be pilling thousands kid
You not fuckin' with me
yeah, you wildin' kid
Free, all my young niggas in that cell
Exotic bags in, you can tell by the smell
Got another backend
yeah, my pockets gone' swell
Gotta get them racks in
Nigga, fast as hell
Pack came in and it's selling' itself
Pussy ass rat, you gon' tell on yourself
Big boy bands, got em' by myself
Never held my hand
I ain't need no help
Labels hitting me
Gotta come with them racks
Hoe i'm piped up, I don't need no deal
I ain't gone' cap, i'ma tell you what's real
Why she all on my dick
Man, that bitch need to chill
I don't care about that fame
Bitch, I just want a mill
And I been through some pain
Bitch, I just need to heal
I'ma OG in that game
But a young nigga still
Get the fuck out my face
Give a fuck how you feel
You couldn't even walk a mile in these Ricks
You couldn't even walk around with my bitch
You can't even come around this shit
On my D
Is where I found your bitch
She fuckin' with me
I got style and shit
I can really style your stylist kid
I just be pilling thousands kid
You not fuckin' with me
yeah, you wildin' kid
I don't give a fuck about none of these hoes
Catch me outside with a big bank roll
Ion give a fuck bout' the bitch
Yeah my heart real cold
Always on point, gotta stay ten toes
Time to lock in