(Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav) Ayy, you dig? (This shit here boomin', man) (48Hz) (The largest) Pull off, pussy (Prezzley P.'ll get you popped, nigga) Shit took (Shit us) (Get your ass popped, boy) On gang (Let's go) Ayy
All of my diamonds be clarity That ain't my ho, she don't call me your majesty Owe me somethin', better not run off, I'ma tackle it It was 7 o'clock, got ate up on the balcony Tris in my cup, this shit dark like an African I was broke, but now I live lavishly Slammin' these P's just like Bobby Lashley I might catch me a play in some Bally sneaks
Ayy, my homeboy sell girl like Natalie Come get you a lunchbox 'cause I'm sеrving these sandwiches Timе she leave, she do it dramatically Country boy, she like my accent And if the dope real good, I'ma swag it up He ain't gon' tell 'cause I threw some extra on it My best friend my Glock, I'm always next to homie Yeah, my face all tatted up, I'ma just Post Malone him My lil' baby, she bougie, she shoppin' at Publix My clip out in public, my Glock, I can't tuck it My chain, better not take it, if you do, shit get ugly I promise I ain't lyin', just trust it Tried to say she ain't goin', she lyin', she fuckin' Yeah, you did fuck no one of mine, I ain't touchin' And my weed been workin' out, my shit musty And it's strong, like what? Vampire, shit bucking And I can't lie, they spinned, but they ain't hit nothing' I told my lawyer I ain't thuggin', I'm tryna get a bucket In other words, I'm tryna run up the score My money long, but I hustle just like I was broke Say, I ain't got a billy, can't lay up, lil' bitch, we poor Hold up, but I'm tryna get me more And I'm serving fishes just like Nemo Nigga play, I'ma set this bitch off, Cleo Think you Deebo Bitch, I ain't Craig, I'm clapping, my daddy would've told me to whack 'em I ain't puttin' shit down, you get hit with this ratchet Tell your ass now 'fore the shit even happen Designer my fabric, who the fuck finna tussle? Widebody my vehicle, this bitch got some muscle This chopper here lift, let it burn like Usher Take two thick bitches, sit 'em on top of each other Ayy, you ain't tryna get rich, then you can't stand next to me My next say she on her way home, told her ass, "You better be" If he told you I'm pussy, he scared of me I call that chopper, he a Crip, got a clip, got a letter C If you broke, you better not chase her, just let her be Rapping, trapping, pimping my specialties I got a ho do whatever I tell her to Green twenties, blue hundreds, I'm ridin' in a yellow coupe She like, "Yay, you phenomenal" I'm the shit like a plumber Ice on my neck might break the thermometer Bitch got head like dun-dun-dun Wanna see ice? Hold up my left arm I told her, "Slow down," but she just kept going My phone ring like a wrestler Real 'za, hit this shit, make your chest hurt Shorty head got stripes like a ref shirt I'm home like I left earth
All of my diamonds be clarity That ain't my ho, she don't call me your majesty Owe me somethin', better not run off, I'ma tackle it It was 7 o'clock, got ate up on the balcony Tris in my cup, this shit dark like an African I was broke, but now I live lavishly Slammin' these P's just like Bobby Lashley I might catch me a play in some Bally sneaks
Might catch me a play in some Bally, play in some Prada These niggas, they ain't got nothin', they ain't got nada Yeah Let's go (One more, keep the first one)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
