Layin' on my back now Lay another track down Brought the Black cats out, bad luck If you wanna snap now, tryna take a cap now Bring the black cats out, now you're fucked Watch out for the pigs while I ride real slow Smokin' thrax, read my tats from the backseat Why you throwin' shade like you finna phase me You a hoe ass bitch, need a Maxi Half of your pussy blood dripping down your skinny's I could serve you for some 20's but my racks free Young bitch, I got plenty in my bottle, it say "Remy" on my belt That shit say Fendi in the back, green (bling)
Got me talkin' bout my clothes girl When I fall won't you pick me up I'm talkin' bout my old girl When I call she don't pick it up My head hurt from the drugs It's somethin' in the bud man, I need a new plug I feel it in my veins All my bitches dumb 'cause they give me all their brains
Put me on the map now I could hold a map down See me in the background Rolling up I don't gotta rap loud Bitch, I got that trap sound Autotune my strap with the Cobra Clutch Watch out for the bitch in the black Range Rover Drivin' fast when she listenin' to Max B Got the tats on her ass and the black ski mask in the back If you tryna get your ass beat One for the money blow Two for the show, my flow go perfect with a sad beat Everywhere I go all I ever see is snow In the summertime pussy make me happy
Got me talkin' bout my clothes girl Won't you pick me up I'm talkin' bout my old girl When I call she don't pick it up My head hurt from the drugs It's somethin' in the bud man, I need a new plug I feel it in my veinsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
