[Chorus] So much money in my pockets, it ain't shit you could tell me Drunk as fuck, coolin' in the trap off of that Remy Fucked this ho and she stupid bad, she squirt in her panties Still in the hood with the gang gang, my enemies bitches Twelve hit the spot, they started askin' about all them cars that was rented I don't know a thang 'Cause when it was pressure, all my friends turned to snitches (All my friends turned to snitches) I swear to God, know it ain't shit to drop a bag when they kill 'em Self-defense and I'm bonding out, I can't see me in no prison
[Verse 1] Self-defense and I'm bonding out, I can't see me in the system Know the opps be tryna wet me up, they bitches be hittin' me But I'ma chase all these fuckin' bands, fuck you and yo' clan Like "Where the safe?" My bitch come through and she smoke you and yo' mans Like "Where the cake?" I need that bread, fuck all that shit you be talkin' 'bout True Religion, Robin jeans every time I stepped out the house I got a bag, you niggas broke, so how you say I fell off? I get the cheese, I ain't no rat but I got P's in the loft Come through shooting at you niggas like I'm Jayvon Niggas thought they caught me lackin', had that Glocky .45 If he slide, he gon' die We gon' send you to the sky Since them niggas shot my brother, it's guaranteed that I'ma ride I might have to send that kite, gon' and take a nigga life FN with a thirty clip, it complete the mission right Watch how this young nigga bounce out with that .44, get to spillin' shit Bitch, I been, been had them packs Bitch, I been, been had them racks Errytime these niggas see me, bitch, I'm always in the trap Momma told me watch these niggas, 'cause they'll stab you in the back Yo' homie tried it, he got whacked
[Chorus] So much money in my pockets, it ain't shit you could tell me Drunk as fuck, coolin' in the trap off of that Remy (Bitch, I'm off of that Remy) Fucked this ho and she stupid bad, she squirt in her panties Still in the hood with the gang gang, my enemies bitches Twelve hit the spot, they started askin' about all them cars that was rented, I don't know a thang 'Cause when it was pressure, all my friends turned to snitches (All my friends turned to snitches) I swear to God, know it ain't shit to drop a bag when they kill 'em Self-defense and I'm bonding out, I can't see me in no prison (I can't see me in no system)
[Outro] GangTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
