[Intro] 808 Mafia Ayy, we gon' switch it up a lil' bit Ayy, we doin' all high speed Talkin' 'bout that skrrt, know what I'm sayin'? Turn up, turn up
[Verse] Can fuck on any bitch I want 'cause I'm conceited At this point, I want the drugs, they really know I need it Get it low from the plug then I take it back to get remixed Steady runnin' off on your plug, you know that ain't no street shit Ridin' 'round with a hundred racks sittin' on me Ridin' 'round through the whole city by my lonely I don't ride around with different niggas, just my homies (Facts) Ridin' 'round got them drugs stashed 'cause they on me (Turn up) You told me don't come with ratchet (Fuck that) Police come, I'ma stash it Ride around, servin' them Xannies Half of my homies addicts The check gon' bounce, you cash it (Yeah) You let a scammer crack it (Scammer) She'll let me get in her panties (Panties) Ran from the jakes from the bando (Yeah) I was down broke to the canvas Bring me a stick when I'm landin' (Let's go) Back from Cali with samples First class with a couple of bandits (You know) I don't know how to panic Will I shoot that Glock, I'm frantic You don't got it, I got it Thats just part of my savage Yeah, yeah, yeah, addicted to medication I'm not a demonstration (No, no) Designer for all my ladies (Big drip) And you be fresh on occasions (Yeah) I lick the Perc off her navel (Yeah) One of my hoes ain't stable (Yeah) She loyal, so you know I pay you Mouth open, I give you a facial I decided to sign with a label A lot of these niggas ungrateful You like youngin' with no label I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin' Say I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin' Fuck it, put your head back, drink this semen Fuck it, if you don't swallow, you gotta clean it Fuck it, like my gas musty, thats that gas, dummy Gotta keep them bags comin' Whole pill, no half of it No pills, I act stubborn Gotta do the dash on it Fucked up my last apartment (Turn up) Far from the back, it farted Went to a show in New Orleans She wanna party with Bardi Pardon the body (Yeah) Won't say sorry (Sorry) I love you hardly (Hardly) I love you barely (Barely) Shorty shoot like Jerry You rockin' them fake Amiri's How niggas gonna take you seriously? My shorty got booked for delivery That cancer eatin' his kidney My goal is road to riches His goal, to roll a Bentley His case, they hold him in it And he been gone a minute, yeah
[Outro] This mothafucka goin' onTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
