Yea, you already know, When I walk the fuck by You can’t act like I ain’t the fliest thing you ever seen in your whole entire muthafuckin sorry ass life
You can’t say I’m not the freshest niggga’ you ever seen Keep a couple grand nothin’ less in my jeans That’s probably why yo b-tch keep ringin’ my phone When I pull up she can’t leave me alone Lil’ homie I grind, no sleep I’m good in the hood everybody know me I got my truck on blast Hear me when I roll through Stuntin’ like a young n-gga supposed to Stunt’n like I’m supposed to
Ridin’ with my hat cocked back Smokin’ something good 3 blunts and I’m smacked out All city on smash, game on padlock 26 inch rims throw ‘em on the matchbox 6 bad hoes man I can’t choose one 3 cell phones I just can’t use one You see how often I spit You just off bread hun This the shit they can’t do young Talk fly if you look ‘em in the air Too young, you wonder where I got these Gucci pair of shoes from A lot of yall mad To me it’s just funny I see why yall hatin man the hoes just love me And you know I’m gettin’ shhh F-ck it I ain’t gotta say it The tab taken care of n-gga I ain’t gotta pay it Yea, I’m all day with it, year round I bet if you was here now
You can’t say I’m not the freshest n-gga you ever seen Keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans That’s probably why yo b-tch keep ringin’ my phone When I pull up she can’t leave me alone Lil’ homie I grind, no sleep I’m good in the hood everybody know me I got my truck on blast Hear me when I roll through Stunt’n like a young n-gga supposed to
Got a fat knot, blunt rolled up me I ride clean neck froze up bad b-tch on the side my n-ggas all rich foreign whips is what they drive yea, I smell like Gucci and big money too see them guys with me? they gettin’ money too ride 22’s and got heat so if a n-gga try me you a big prob you runnin’ into I smoke a lot need blunt or 2 at a time whole pounds I be runnin’ through yea, I got a dime b-tch coming through cuz I pimp like I’m supoosed to wonder how I get it like this, I could show you it’s all leather in the whip when I roll through this year I’m a get shit cleared take a look at this kid
You can’t say I’m not the freshest n-gga you ever seen Keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans Thats probably why yo b-tch keep ringin’ my phone When I pull up she can’t leave me alone Lil’ homie I grind, no sleep Im good in the hood everybody know me I got my truck on blast Hear me when I roll through Stunt’n like a young n-gga supposed toTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
