I fucked on yo bitch for the exercise Now you tryna get next to mine Blowin' bands while you counting dimes See yo ass at the finish line
While my squad always flexin crimes I'm a D-boy I stay at topless While my black ass don't stigmatise Ozzy winning a prison prize Bets stop cause I do a die Never caught in a suit and tie Hotboxing I'm boofing blind By the water that's where I dine Molly no water you finna die No father; that's why she cry Dick riders tryna eat my pie Me and Goldwood we smoking chives Me and Max we getting throat Sippin' blazes on a fucking [?] Money wodies blowing up my phone Broke nights stay out my zone
I fucked on yo bitch for the exercise Now you tryna get next to mine Blowin' bands while you counting dimes See yo ass at the finish line I fucked on yo bitch for the exercise Now you tryna get next to mine Blowin' bands while you counting dimes See yo ass at the finish line
Ya boy need 8.5 Now im really living with the shelves still live Ya boy be riding up the kush I'm a young dope running off hiding in the bush I look like I took a damn kiss on the wrist Got yellow diamonds dancing with the yellow diamond twist I'm an everlasting lover and I'll never let 'em dip Call me Goldwood cause there's gold diamonds on dickTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
