[Verse 1] Bitch, I woke up in designer Bet your bitch be my sponsor Sip codeine, not no Vodka Need some syrup like a wafer IPhone get to booming right Moving packs every single night If they can get it, I can get it twice For the l-ow, shawty, [?] bricks come over-night They ain't living like I'm living, They just high off a hype They ain't feeling like I'm feeling, no Catching cases, never feelings Blow your brains out your skull That's why I call her no ceiling hoe I been counting money all day My plug, he fuck with me the long way Be cool, they ain't trynna play Bet that AK open up like a hallway
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[Verse 2] Pull up blowing gaudy, let the top back Pull up at your spot, push your wig back Not the type to talk, ain't with the chit-chat Tell me that you got it, you ain't with that She say I ain't paid but I ain't with the gossip Rather shoot your block up, bullet shells like pasta AK-47, clip like macaroni Never trust a square, them is not your homies I can't fuck with lames, half you boys jabronis Grew up by my grandma, eating bread, boloney Now I'm grubbing noodles off of this dirty money Took me all this time, You can't take it from me Wish somebody tried me, leave them wet and bloody I don't need a mask, want your ass to know me Look me in my eyes, why I kill them softly Bring you back to life, I'm the reapers homieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
