I'll never beg a man for money 'cause I never been a junkie I be sippin' on the Henny but I never been a drunky I failed ninth grade but I never been a flunky Shit I might play stupid but I never been a dummy One thing 'bout this game, you gotta survive through the pain Got backstabbed from a friend, bet it won't happen again Got the loud beat in the whip, that's the new brick Do the speed limit 'cause a nigga gotta move swift But when then money come fast, you gotta move quick Then make everything flip, ling ling Cruise around the city, bling bling If it ain't about the green string beans Then I'ma let my phone ring ring If you catch me down bad, you don't think you wanna do me? You don't think you wanna see a bullet through me? Ayy, reason that I keep a zuchi, ayy
You know how we roll, with them poles Sticks and stones can't break my bones 'cause I'm a zoe We cut throat, cut throat They don't need to know We lowkey like the doorknob on the floor We cut throat, cut throat (What you ridin' with?) with them poles (You don't hear the sneaks diss?) Sticks and stones can't break my bones 'cause I'm a zoe We cut throat, cut throat (What you finna do?) they don't need to know (You ain't finna spread the news?) We lowkey like the doorknob on the floor We cut throat, cut throat
Hoops makin' money all of the sudden, they tough now But turn pussy as soon as their computers shut down Got some vultures in the A down to Uptown Don't got a Rollie but when I do that bitch gon' be bustdown Tryna finesse a hustler, it ain't none of that How you want me to double back when it ain't make me money back If you beat me one on one we gon' run it back But if you ever jump a nigga you ain't comin' back Bent my corner twice to make it safe here on the block Polamalu never held my forty-eight, no safety on this Glock Fifteen hundred for a verse, you don't got it, we can converse I should charge you ten K 'cause I understand my worth We just wanna ball like that lil nigga Lil Bill Twin Glocks in my drawers, damn I'm feelin' lil We all different, you fuck up these hoes, you a buzzer beater When this clutch on my scope, only shootin' buzzer beaters, ayy
You know how we roll, with them poles Sticks and stones can't break my bones 'cause I'm a zoe We cut throat, cut throat They don't need to know We lowkey like the doorknob on the floor We cut throat, cut throat (What you ridin' with?) with them poles (You don't hear the sneaks diss?) Sticks and stones can't break my bones 'cause I'm a zoe We cut throat, cut throat (What you finna do?) they don't need to know (You ain't finna spread the news?) We lowkey like the doorknob on the floor We cut throat, cut throatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
