That shit is so deep yo That shit got my mind thinkin about a whole new other format, man Know what I'm sayin? All new shit Homie
Come on with the bullshit, man You think another motherfucka know what you need to do? Ain't no purpose dog It's money we born to fuckin' die man In the meantime, get money Fuck a book man
Ten cellphones bouncin back to back Gotta get my momma out the fuckin' trap Ten cellphones bouncin back to back Whippin up that chicken had a heart attack Ten cellphones bouncin back to back Lost ten packs gotta get 'em back Ten cellphones bouncin' back to back Finessin out the trap, finessin out the trap
Ten cellphones bouncin back to back I get it out the trap i get it out the trap First time havin' sex I used Saran Wrap Just a young nigga that didn't give a crap And if I see her I- I promise I'm gon' tap Put em on the map I put em on the map I smoke a mid blunt and then I take a nap Forty rounds on (?) Tap, tap, tap
Ten cellphones and they all jumpin Talk crazy, big homies they gon' get you bumpin Man these bitches, yeah I swear, I can't never trust 'em It's a dirty world so finesse in this life Pray on the days on my gang they gon get (?) Young, Young nigga and I used the push to pack Had to level up Had to get my juggs Had to take a cap Ay, bitch hoes finessin packs (I was) Ten cellphones and they all jumpin Trap line doin' fuckin' numbers And shit shootin up like Steph Curry I finessed the bitch yeah I had to play her dirtyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
