[Verse 1: Ameer Vann] Martin Luther movement back, I just bought a Cadillac I ain't put no rims on it, niggas don't know how to act "Where the fuck you get this cash?" Questions that my momma ask Woke up naked on the beach, pretty bitch in the sand Take a pic in the sand Point and shoot in the head None of these hit the brand Throw all the work in the can
[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood] And when I was a young one, I walked with a headphone When I was a young one, they wouldn't let me have one They said "you no can none", said "you no respect none" But I do that, ride like an idiot You can never see me, y'all dumb piglets I got a feeling, somethin' in your stomach Your ten toes, bendin' shit like I'm on it Got my hundreds wrapped up tighter Than your ass, in them tighty-wities I got me, like it, I got what I like it I get what I like it, uh, uh Bruh, but I get it, I like it, yo I got this, yeah, I got this I look at you, I got this, yo, I got this I look at you, I got this, I got this LMAO, I split your legs like some fuckin' mayo I call your daddy and your momma and run in they home 'Cause I'm a asshole, I'm a wild ass nig, you know 'Cause I ain't really get no attention when I was younger I don't, uh, all I ever had was the hunger And a need for the money It's late in the night, I had munchies It don't stop, man, it fuckin' not stoppin' When the flow choppin, when the beat drop I can feel the floor drop, I can feel the ceiling rise I can feel myself high, yeah, and the girls say "Hi" So please tell me why, that I drop this new, man All these hits in 5:57 When I'm feelin' fly in a 747 Yeah, I think it's just me and my brethrenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
