[Hook] Pour up the lean, roll up the smoke Them niggas ain't getting no money, my nigga, I know that they broke We getting them bitches is all in our faces, I know that they know Order more bottles, ain't gotta say nothing, I know they gon' go (x2)
[Verse 1] 40 Glock in her Birkin bag, block quiet, your work is trash Foreign bitch that'll work the ave, sour gone that purple last Gangster and gentlemen (Gangsta!) straight to the plug, I go straight to the plug I don't fuck with no middleman (No!) Pull up with young'uns they'll hit you for nothing we all moving militant Stomped out in my Timberlands Stop acting feminine, interior cinnamon, vision on dividends, I'm in another world This is so different my old bitch was tripping I found me another girl I won't even mention the life that we liv'in By 21 they told me dead or in prison In back of that Royce like Jesus Ain't got no budget, can't talk about features I would show love but niggas ain't show me no love Pull up to the club in a Yankee fitted old hoes tryna call but I changed my digits Gotta trick on em you a lame admit it, young boy got a stick and he flaming with it
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[Verse 2] 40, Glock in her Birkin bag, block quiet, your work is trash Foreign bitch that'll work the ave, sour gone that purple last Smokin' dope, so much kush I might overdose By myself I hold my own since 18 I been on my own Bad bitches they on my phone, pullin' up in exotic cars Drop top like Ace and Mitch Red Beamer think the feds seen us Niggas know that my life real, I ain't worried bout' a rap deal Outside all night still run up and see how that Mac feel Gettin' money my lifestyle, Backwoods and champagne sippin' Eastside I was raised different see my uncle out cocaine sniffin' New niggas ain't no threat, I'm a time bomb that ain't blow yet Came up in them Projects, I want straight head that's no sex
[Hook x2]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
