[Verse] Always dreamt of foreign trucks I found me a way to get my hunnids up She asked me, do I trust her borderline Stick a nigga up, when I got that porcupine We both in G's, but your shit don't cost more than mine He GTA, banned that boy from foreign drive I can't be beard chest, it feelin' like Arm & Hammer My shorty beat the drum, I call ‘em David Banner Granny made the style, and mommy made the manners Shorty pull up fresh, call her Dolce Gabanna Was a hander-hander, I'm an acre handler I got twenty different ways to make a bender I was not tryna draw Dragon Ball Now I'm hoppin' out of that damn air bender I spent three bricks on wings, spoilers, and fenders Get up out my business, bitch, call me mister Get up out my business, bitch, call me mister Run up, back and broke, pussy, we a fiction Baby ass busy is tryna learn me Told ‘em tryna learn to be a good listener God, I'm tryna learn to be a good Christian Ask either of your friends she wasn't with it God just done and took away my good vision But I can still spot a fuckin' fuck nigga Baby girl got fired 1-800-Chief-So, who gettin' hired? Cost that belt icy 'cause you fired These niggas my sons, so call me IverTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
