[Verse 1] Bitches know I got the vendetta Rollin' up the lettuce $uicidal penned letters Gone and roll the credits Swervin' in a Chevy, ready to land them hollow points I'm coming for that fetti, fetti I hate to disappoint Just lace me down in grey and black Loc'ed out, ridin' in my grandmaw's Cadillac Poppin' roxies, got 100 in my back pack Full moon, so my eyes lookin' jet black Just move back, ho
[Verse 2] Hear I come to paint it grey Whip look like I drive a pile of ashes Light the blunt and fucking fade away Took a minute to get it lit and then even more to get it finished Sipping Gatorade and Tanqueray I rape the blade and blame the flame I save the fame for later dames The gator chained up in the lake Up early fucking gaining brain I train the pain by draining cake I aim to reign my brain is stained I say the same I never change Don't pop Champagne I'm a-okay I stay away from flashing lights I paved my way straight to the bankTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
