Catch me on your block Always mobbin' with my niggas Countin racks up to the light Hunnid niggas in the ceiling, yeah Boutta fuckin gwo! I don't think they even get it Pockets stacked up like it's lunch Pull up nev-
Cheated on the code, I can see it clearly now (Yeah) Don't you wanna know how it flows out of my mouth (Yeah) They don't wanna see me when my jeans got on the pouch (Yeah) Baby wants to snort from a nigga out of town [Chorus] Catch me on your block Always mobbin' with my niggas Countin racks up to the light Hunnid niggas in the ceiling, yeah Boutta fuckin gwo! I don't think they even get it Pockets stacked up like it's lunch Pull up never close it right, fight
Damn down I like gin shots poured in my beer (Yeah) I'm not faced Busted chance But I stand down I sign papers for the papers, it's so weird Okay, I go buy more shit it makes me crazy Still no fear, down I'm in my woes Everything's out of control tonight, yeah You paid a roll This is no movie Turn off the lights, yeah She's on her phone Textin' her bros I tell her goodbye, yeah That shit is old Put that shit down You're getting too hype, yeah Makin a killin I'm feelin around I got different synonyms I can't waste my time chasin' all of these women I'm buildin And buildin And smashin the ceilin', like fuck it; yeah I'm bout to grow (Hoo) Niggas wanna play the wrong life (Yeah) 50 stacks in a fort night Livin' bottles bout to roast that We ain't leavin before I get mine Never snitchin on an old life Tell him no, tell him no, tell him no, got it right; yeah I sit along with all my demons cuz they're nice, yeah In my room I can feel it in my mind, yeah
Catch me on your block Always mobbin' with my niggas Countin racks up to the light Hunnid niggas in the ceiling, yeah Boutta fuckin gwo! I don't think they even get it Pockets stacked up like it's lunch Pull up never close it right, fightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.