Intro Yeah, oh, let's go! Let's go! (That nigga right here) Let's go! Y'all fucking white being The bitch love me, faggot! (yeah) Watch me, my niggas Yo, yo, yo, yeah
Verse 1 I'm that solar board what the solution to the hating clip so warm your vocal chords so you sound like clay AK It's murder music for folks And I won't stop getting money 'til I spell dollar figure across the boat shots Who said there isn't a Santa? And get at me if you think that I ain't been able to cock them hammers Look out what my boys think I'm through And bandanas ain't gotta hit the beach four, five, or ten you listen Niggas think that I'm playing, but this ain't no checkers What about them hoes I pass more than cold pepper? Inspect the gadget of mics that had it just know I got tricks on my sleeve Switching my style for cheese Multiple wannabes out there And when the clapping starts, I don't think you'll be hearing Hercules Haters get the finger, I see the rough road ahead for the bumps got the milli instead of the neutrogena
Bridge (x2) You don't know me You don't know who grow me You ain't my homie I knew you got the gun and you think you can get my gun, though
Verse 2 Yeah bitch, body shot at me My force nigga get his ass kicked badly, but don't know Jackie Yeah, yeah, mandatory real hand of my eyes And got his swifts to see the mirrors think quarters from hair, how'd you? Cuz I ain't trying to ride in a whip equipped with two steering wheels I just ride in a whip trying not to let the heat spill Counting my cash man hoping it grew so max my nigga is heated Cuz they can get gruesome like Man, call me a sound down or you gonna lose them I'm from killer Cali, I tell a chick if I wanted to work out I ain't going check into the nearest battleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
