Ayy, hello? (Who is this?) I just got off the phone with DDawg (not gonna say) Ayy, you keep stuck up in your ways, you gon' fall, time (goddamn, nigga) Man, I know that shit, nigga Yeah, don't know, ayy, pull up, though I ran up that money so muthafuckin' high Ayy, I swear to God I could stop rappin' now Nigga, I don't give a fuck about what you think, bitch I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' nigga, I can head home Fresh up outta cell block and fill up an arena I'm turnt up, you try and get your face blown I'm smokin' on doja, I pull up rollin' on some ignant shit Know the opp pack potent, police pull us over, bitch, get rid of it Motherfuck them shows, I ain't leavin' my home, bitch, I'm really rich And I'm so caught up in my ways I tend to all that shit Order 750 from the bank and they say, "Goddamn" I ain't gotta walk in, I just call, they know who I am Flex on Instagram and go to tweakin', seem like I spam So many plaques around this bitch, fuck who don't like what I'm sayin' Swervin' in that Lamb' with the gang, we all tool totin' You start this shit, on Dump, we end it with them tools blowin' Pussy, I was tryna buy a soul but my bro stole it Swipe so much, interior rig, I think my car totaled Yeah, fuck your lingo, how you bummin', nigga? I'ma post the Trey on 38, I hear ya comin' nigga Prolly got my stick out with a big ass stack of hundreds, nigga Better have your stick out, we let six off when you turnin' nigga How you get them cars and all that jewelry nigga? I don't know How you spent that money and still got millions nigga? I don't know How ya got all them bitches and don't want one nigga? I don't know Why you actin' slow? Nigga, fuck it, let your chrome blow Nigga, I don't know (Ayy, why you feel like all these hoes ain't shit?) Nigga, I don't know (Ayy, I really do know but I really don't know, but look here) Nigga, I don't know (Ayy, just rolled a blunt up and light the strong, nigga, fuck) Pussy nigga, say that you want smoke, then let your chrome blow Bitch stop all that hatin', just come say somethin' with your own folk Jumpin' in that Maybach, in my Styrofoam, red dope I'm full of pills, in my Bentley, who that is? Your ho Why them bitches don't want nominate Lil Top? I don't wan' know I'm from the streets, I got that guap, this shit I'm blessed for This shit around my wrist'll get you popped or get you stepped on But on the other end, I don't get nothin' less than one-fifty A show How you get them cars and all that jewelry nigga? I don't know How you spent that money and still got millions nigga? I don't know How ya got all them bitches and don't want one nigga? I don't know Why you actin' slow? Nigga, fuck it, let your chrome blow I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' nigga, I can head home Fresh up outta cell block and fill up an arena I'm turnt up, you try and get your face blown Savage nigga, I don't know Uh, yeah, Lil Top, nigga, I don't know Bitch on Vogue, nigga, I don't know Who I'm fuckin' with, that's your hoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
