Текст песни
Yeah
(FOREVEROLLING)
Them niggas know y'all can't fuck with me, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Throw the hood up and then we skrrt off
Slidin' in that Trackhawk, all my jewelry on, my shirt off
Turn the phone on DND, on silent, all alerts off
It's a fast car, but I'm movin' slow, I like my syrup raw
Every nigga 'round me shoot that yeek and get they merch off
I don't bark, I bite, I got more paper than yo' big dawg
Wanna change yo life? My best advice a brick of Fentanyl
This bitch type is wife, I might just let the condom slip off
Ain't too many like me, ninety-nine percent of them rip-offs
On point even at her spot, I never take my kicks off
Ask my opps how it feel to wake up daily and get shit on
You get in yo' feelings and make diss songs
I make "At yo people's house, outside, shootin' that blick" songs
And I'm still good on every block I used to knock P's on
Boss, I get you chalked, my name ain't somethin' that you should speak on
Pulled out twenty somethin' just to let Johnny put my teeth on
My money ten feet tall, but I ain't somethin' you should shoot at
Kill somethin', you wanna lock in with us, I thought you knew that
My plug drove the load in on a truck, next day he flew back
I talk so much shit, I need a Tic-Tac
I got five thousand for you, help me set this wolf trap
Started a new strain smokin' yo man, this here a wolf pack
Up on the scoreboard, we still active, like we on get back
Only thing gon' take that pain away is if you get racks
Forever get my lick back (yeah, Pluto)
Suckin' this bitch titty like I'm tryna get some syrup out of it
Opps shot at me ten years ago, niggas still get murked 'bout it
I put on so many white diamonds made a snow bunny get cockeyed
Slide that bitch out to my crew, ho got crossed at
I bet ya I piss out codeine, bitch gon' kiss it, it's a bliss
Bust down on my freak because she sucks and licks me
Certified steppa, bust ya head and pull a hamstring
Cocaine so pure, sellin' re up on an airplane