I just scored a 8th so you know I gotta pour up I smell like designer, your man throw like throw up Put me on your song, that lil bitch gon' blow up Every time I do a feature, my prices they go up Hundred band jug, put 50 on my wrist Take the other 50 and make that bitch flip He ain't on his job, I can take his bitch That hoe got that bomb like a terrorist Freshest it's on the scene, these hoes wanna know us She wanna smoke my weed, she told me to roll up I said give me top, she said I need to grow up Bitch I got them bands, I told her to glo up Pistol on my hip, [?] on my waist Fuckboy talking shit, pistol in his face These bitches say they love me, I keep a poker face You say that you high but I'm in outer space When I'm at the top I ain't finna switch First I cop the drop then I scoop your bitch Rubberband junky, I love hitting licks Keep that straight drop, your plug hit or miss I pull up in foriegns, bitch your car on E You ain't got no money, but boy don't talk to me What I'm smoking on, that's that sour D You say that's your girl, why she on top of me? Rubberband gang, I keep that knot on me Bitch it's [?] not no [?] I am not a stain, ain't no robbing me 32 shots, I keep that Glock on me Purple in my cup, yeah I'm sipping lean He thought he was savage til he seen that beam I was on the block posted with my team We was looking bummy, now we living dreamsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
