Ayy, ayy, ayy They say it's Tuesday and this bitch go off, go off Put this top up to your face, I'm finna show you who the boss is Five figures on my wrist, bitch, don't ask me what it cost So we got sticks up in the land, my nigga play, he gettin' chalked Only asked her for my fee, the bitch took me to the vault I just took him on the road, the lil' nigga got it off He surprised the nigga, now I treat him like a boss So I put him in the air with thirty bricks, so that's soft He just landed up in Memphis, trap boomin' like he docked Callin' plays in the mansion, feelin' like I'm Ross Run up on them niggas, strip his chains, take it off and win Worry 'bout them niggas disin' game 'cause they soft Choppers get to shootin', niggas land on the pavement I just cracked for a .30 and we slide in a spaceship Talkin' out your neck, so we hit him up with K-Clips I got the snow fallin' in this bitch like I'm Franklin Throwin' money in the club, bitches get to rakin' Diamonds steady flashin', all these niggas get to hatin' And I been kickin' doors, I ain't never had no patience I got shooters in the cut, dreaded up like some Haitians I just pulled up in the Lamb to show you niggas how I'm comin' Got this Rollie on my wrist, forty-one bitches bustin' And I'm good in every hood, niggas never take nothin' Niggas speakin' on my gang, now I got them Drakes comin' Niggas cappin' on the net, but them niggas stay runnin' Posted on your block like my last name, Dremond I'm the baller of the year, I pay the goons to stay huntin' Dru-Dru on my line, now we got the Wraith comin' Ah, ahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
