[Verse 1] I'm a no-shoestring-wearin' nigga, just straps Nine out of ten of these hoes holdin' back How the fuck he did six years with four flat? Course Hot Boy and Will hang together, they both rats Pull up in the hood, high beams on the Wagen My niggas call me Rollie, all my bitches call me Patek Ho, quit sayin' you could've had me, how? Shout out Lil— I'm the one who blew him down Rest in peace, drop shit for extra cheese This here for Neff and Rece, say I remember bettin' fives Hard times don't never last Told y'all I quit stompin', I'm on my seventh slab Somethin' 'bout that drug money make these bitches get off Let me know if you can't see me, nigga, 'cause I'll take the tint off We just left SoleStage, blew about a ten ball Free my nigga Woo, or should I call him Mr. Fentanyl? Yeah, Gotti want a show, but shit, I'm finna have a spin-off Take a nigga ho, you never told me that you loved her Fifty for a show, no back and forth, I'm sellin' drugs first
[Chorus] Hold me down, never know what tomorrow bring Help me out, if I eat, we all eat Ma, look at your baby Still findin' 30s for the A-team, yeah I might come through in a hard top, we draggin' I still save all of my call logs, I'm damaged
[Verse 2] From hustle kids to ball out, I still live in the doghouse I'm known for goin' on Moss routes like throw it up Hate on who? I'm goin' up Ain't gotta flash, I show enough Been in my bag, nigga, get in yours Quarter million cash, ain't shit in yours Married for now, I'll get divorced, ayy This bitch been actin' like she love me Came from nothin', doggy, we was thuggin' How you gon' judge them? Nigga ran off with my last and left me hurtin' Askin' doggy would he rather be rappin' or sellin' 30s? Youngest nigga, but the first one in traffic behind the murders In that 'Cat, I'm probably swervin', state troopers make me nervous Young dog still into murders, throw his shit back like a jersey Put a Patek on a baddie, a Patek on a I put a Patek on a baddie
[Chorus] Hold me down, never know what tomorrow bring Help me out, if I eat, we all eat Ma, look at your baby Still findin' 30s for the A-team, yeah I might come through in a hard top, we draggin' I still save all of my call logs, I'm damaged
[Outro] Free my nigga Woo Free my nigga WooTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
