[Verse 1] My nigga told I'm in good position Stay in the clan, get that money, pay opps no attention They know we down to take a hat, they bet' not ever mention Me and my bros or we gon' swerve up with them blicks hittin' Bitch, we 'bout big business
[Chorus] Eight cutters on the floor, got my heart in a hole Knock, knock, there go the reaper, standin' at the door She a thot, I wanna keep her, I'm knowing that it's dead wrong Man, it's sad I gotta leave her, not tryna lead her on I'm on I-10, ridin' with a cup full of lean In my backend, that Drac' all-black in my bag Call it Batman, ridin' with two clips and my mask They might cash in, he boot up at my coo', he gon' get his head bashed in
[Verse 2] My bitch tell me get my thug on Caught up in that shit, you in the midst, that mean you thug wrong Be a business man, it ain't 'bout money, better love home Only on exotic, it ain't 'Za, then get that boy gone I found out she a thot but it's too late I'm not into braeking hearts but how I tell it to her face? Tell me where the fuck I start because there's tears in her face I never tried to win her heart 'cause I was never in a race Ain't into bullshit, I mind my business 23 Moncler coat, that's how I kick it Double B, Simon belt and I'm countin' digits No need to hate on another nigga 'cause I'm livin' The world keep on spinnin'
[Chorus] Eight cutters on the floor, got my heart in a hole Knock, knock, there go the reaper, standin' at the door She a thot, I wanna keep her, I'm knowing that it's dead wrong Man, it's sad I gotta leave her, not tryna lead her on I'm on I-10, ridin' with a cup full of lean In my backend, that Drac' all-black in my bag Call it Batman, ridin' with two clips and my mask They might cash in, he boot up at my coo', he gon' get his head bashed in
[Verse 3] Fuck it then, fifty shots, 54, five shells Mentally they ain't with me, they don't ever see know I feel Solid young nigga, I could always say I kept it real Dissin' me in songs, that's gon' get yo' pussy ass killed We gon' step on every fuckin' thing Bro guys, they my bros, on my soul, I won't change They keep dissin' on my bro, on my soul, they won't faint Lettin' the fans hype up the beef, on my soul, that shit lame
[Chorus] Eight cutters on the floor, got my heart in a hole Knock, knock, there go the reaper, standin' at the door She a thot, I wanna keep her, I'm knowing that it's dead wrong Man, it's sad I gotta leave her, not tryna lead her on I'm on I-10, ridin' with a cup full of lean In my backend, that Drac' all-black in my bag Call it Batman, ridin' with two clips and my mask They might cash in, he boot up at my coo', he gon' get his head bashed inTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
