Baby need shoes Mama need a house, going through racks again Baby mama bitching 'bout another bitch and I got the racks again Caught me down when I was slipping, but I promise I'll never lack again My shooter trigger finger itchy, nigga, might just hit ya on accident Reload the strap again We coming back again Ya double crossed on a nigga, we hit em and it ain't by accident Throwing new racks again Blowing through stacks again Hella new plaques again Spitting these facts again Sipping the dirtiest baby The shipment come, we get the earliest, baby I'ma spend it, I'm courteous baby, the 1st until the fucking 30th, baby It ain't a place a nigga can't go One Umbrella, that's the fucking gang though Had to imprint it on the chain though Switching different whip like I'm Django I done came up from the sidewalk, now I rap nigga, used to slang dope From the fist fights to the shootouts in the parking lot and now it's bank roll Was a broke nigga, now I came up I don't do this shit to entertain ya Can't believe I even got this famous Yesterday I was gripping on a stainless I was selling dope from out of Popeyes I was whipping corner counter clockwise Tryna Porsche with the frog eyes Selling dope a nigga should be top 5 Got extended clip inside a Glock 9 It was never times I forgot mine If a nigga trippin', turn to Columbine Shooting anybody that the shots find Niggas say that they deserve my position But them pussy niggas, they did not grind If we talking about the shit that separates me and you, nigga it's long line I done came through, Bentayga Bentley Never thought that I'd be seeing this when I was young and I was playing Sega Genesis Pancake seats made at Denny's That's real nigga shit We don't pay bitch nigga debt Bet your life on the line 'Cause we don't make lil nigga bets, nah
Look at all this dope It ain't by accident Bitch nigga I'm froze It ain't on accident She gon' give me that throat It ain't on accident Fuck nigga, just know Throwing more racks again Blowing through stacks again Bitch I might back the Benz It ain't on accident Backing that back again I fucked up my stacks again Nigga get clapped again It ain't on accident
Shitted on em, so I know they mad Cop my freezer from AZ in rolley bag Groupied up, we don't care where the police at And we scoring, fuck boy, where your homies at? Niggas know us, we 'bout it, we love to drill Some of my youngins be on that, they love the field And we pull up we blasting that shit for real Mama said "It's for nothing, you need to chill" I'm going off, still on that gang shit But I told you I ain't lane switch I catch a lick, it ain't really about shit We gon' spin off the strip and just change whips Ain't no security with me, we toting like 50 That's life of the gangslit But fuck it, we live how we live and I know what I did Plus it's too late to change shit Ain't no fighting that Glock We arrange shit If you wanna meet death, I'll arrange it In a foreign, I pick up your main bitch She was sucking my dick and I came quick I ain't even gon' talk on the opps side Y'all can say what you want but do not slide I caught him slipping, he ran into Popeyes Everybody all tough 'til them shots fly Gang
Look at all this dope It ain't by accident Bitch nigga I'm froze It ain't on accident She gon' give me that throat It ain't on accident Fuck nigga just know Throwing more racks again Blowing through stacks again Bitch, I might back the Benz It ain't on accident Backing that back again I fucked up my stacks again Nigga get clapped again It ain't on accidentTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
