[Intro] Ballin' with me to, he got that stick with him (Got that stick on him), ayy Pull up, bitch, he got that stick on him (That .30, nigga) If a nigga tryna play the we gon' get on him (Gon' het on him), shh We ain't playing 'round (Bitch)
[Chorus] Brodie sellin' packs while he in a trap Posted with my strap, I be in the back Got that study on my hip, please, don't try me, man Know a nigga don't give no fuck, I'm coming for them bands Car crashed, had to change that 'Rari for that Lambo Get paid, you know your bitch know what a nigga been on Packs comin' in, you know my niggas finna get 'em gone Bullets to his head, that nigga can't think about his dome Push up on him with that gat, that nigga movin' wrong I do a hit straight with my niggas then I'm going home Bad bitch, she super thick, I'm taking off her thong It ain't shit to spend no coins 'cause I got all the hoes It ain't shit to spend no coins 'cause I got all the hoes Ain't no need to goin' shopping, I got all the clothes Three bands, that's in my line, you said you need some bows Three bands, that's in my line, you said you need some bows
[Verse] Money comin' in for them packs and now they goin' out Can't even smoke up in hotels but bitch, we burnt it down I get to geekin' off that liquor now it's going down She get to geekin' off that drink and now she going down Can't even smoke up in the Sprinter, they gon' kick me out I know this ho, she got a man but she gon' suck me now Bro hit a bank, we saw them bands and then we took it out You sellin' booty or the coochie, what you really 'bout? I used to be smokin' on booty now I got some loud She say her man got him some racks so we gon' take him down (Ayy, ayy) Bands comin' in, we copped the foreign now we getting out Packs comin' in, we got 'em in and now you in a drought We double back, hit they block then we spin again We double back, hit they block then we spin again We double back, hit they block then we spin again When I hop up ou this car, bet I kill your friends (Ayy)
[Chorus] Brodie sellin' packs while he in a trap Posted with my strap, I be in the back Got that study on my hip, please, don't try me, man Know a nigga don't give no fuck, I'm coming for them bands Car crashed, had to change that 'Rari for that Lambo Get paid, you know your bitch know what a nigga been on Packs comin' in, you know my niggas finna get 'em gone Bullets to his head, that nigga can't think about his dome Push up on him with that gat, that nigga movin' wrong I do a hit straight with my niggas then I'm going home Bad bitch, she super thick, I'm taking off her thong It ain't shit to spend no coins 'cause I got all the hoes It ain't shit to spend no coins 'cause I got all the hoes Ain't no need to goin' shopping, I got all the clothes Three bands, that's in my line, you said you need some bows Three bands, that's in my line, you said you need some bowsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
