I walk with a doper bumper up in my swagger Can't fuck with you rappers all you rapper's actors I'm the total package I'm a cold assassin Smoke a bowl of grass until the end I'm grasping I just took a shot I think I went too far I just popped a bottle I'm still at the bar I don't pop no molly, left that in '13 Fucking up with checks over kick and jeans I can't trust these bitches I can't trust these hoes Focused on my digits, gotta get my dough I can't sign that contract I can't sell my soul I've been on that road ten thousand dollar shows They say we were popping deep up in that new shit Like Mandela, like 2-Pac gon' ask me where the juice is OGs in my city, I respect the movement All these rappers they ain't near me, imitating Suzy
[Hook:] Yeah yeah yeah yeah Ask her if she want to turn up with young Suzy, she say Yeah yeah yeah yeah I say can I bring my whole team in the building, they say Yeah yeah yeah yeah Every time I hit the stage I make a movie, they say Yeah yeah yeah yeah We all black, we all black And they say
Work stay on my guest list there's no unemployment All these hoes for free, they here for your enjoyment I do this for time ain't no need for practice Once upon a time that hunnids in my mattress All I do is turn up turn up on my haters Can't do shit for free I do not fuck with favors You ain't have position you can't sit at the table They say that I'm crazy, they say I'm unstable Bow to this position that came out from Grinding Cuban bracelet, Cuban linx, change them [?] for diamonds All this [?] just to get this paper Focused on progression, tryna switch my neighbors
[Hook]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
