Broke boy seen me flexing he said "What's up" I told that boy he need to get his guap up I got big bands I got Glocks tucked Run up on me goofy they go buck buck [x2]
I got 30's, 40's, ya, they on me Even when I ride alone, never lonely Everywhere I go, keep a pole on me And they gon' buck buck if you run up on me Everything I'm rocking is designer Designer belt on my waist keep my nine tucked Say you gon' rob me, you get lined up Smoking blunts with the lean, bitch, I'm high as fuck I got big bands, I love cashin' out So run up on me and that's a man down I got Glocks tucked and they popping out Boom, boom boom, boom ambulance sounds
Broke boy seen me flexing he said "What's up" I told that boy he need to get his guap up I got big bands I got Glocks tucked Run up on me goofy they go buck buck [x2]
He said he gon' rob me, tell 'em pull up Flexing say he stained me, he ain't in no cuts Ain't afraid of nun, I got my hand tucked And if you run up then it go buck buck I done dropped a couple bands on some fucking belts And I made that money all by myself Just me and my pole, don't need no help When your diamonds shine like mine you got to protect yourself Bitch I'm flexing now cause I'm balling out Your bitch will give me top cause I got all the clout Off the loud, I ain't hearing what they talking about Talking all that rap shit, my shooters popping out
Broke boy seen me flexing he said "What's up" I told that boy he need to get his guap up I got big bands I got Glocks tucked Run up on me goofy they go buck buck [x2]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
