(Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav) Skrrt, uh Let this shit ride You know I ain't gon' let this shit slide, let's go, let's go (I don't even write this shit myself) Ayy, I'm in that bitch with your ho (Skrrt-skrrt) Let's go, ayy
Say still having bread like Popeye's But this time, young nigga smokin' on spinach Still ain't writing shit down, everything off the head No cap, I ain't seen me a pen in a minute Count racks with my manager, back of the Bentley Ayy, brand new whip, can't lie, it's rented Probably thought it was mine how the bitch came tinted Five percent, can't see shit in it
I say my nigga ride with Smiths like Emmitt (Uh) And these niggas act gangsta, but really be timid They be puttin' on a front just to keep up a image (Bitch) Make a bitch turn her head like Timmy (Gang) And I'm smokin' on cookie so I'm still musty (Musty) Designer head to my feet, remember I was dusty I got my strap in the party, I hope they don't touch me (Strap) Pull up, park the car, hop out, I'm clutchin' These niggas cheap like crabs, why you say that? (Huh?) Don't wanna spend their money, the shit gettin' crusty My diamonds water like Harriet Tubman You can get put in the sky, all that starin' and muggin' Just gotta pay somethin' to see him, I be barely clubbin' In the field catchin' plays, I should've tried out for rugby If she tell me she like me, then I know she love me I got time to lay up, help me count up this money If you seen what I seen, then you probably would vomit (Probably would vomit) And this shit that I'm rappin', I seen it or done it You can't take the streets out, you can't take the hood from me I just rolled through that bitch with two Glocks and a hundred If I tell you what I do, probably think that I'm stuntin' Just bought a Moncler jacket, it's finna get cold I say these niggas pussy, don't stick to the code Ice cream, rockin' these shows on the road Call me Yay Hefner, havin' these hoes Bitch do what you say when you havin' these loads She told me you lame, always tellin' her, "No" (No) Out here like you havin', but really, you broke (Go, go) These niggas be cappin', ain't havin' no motion (Niggas be cap) Ain't ran up a fifty, you gotta be jokin' (Jokin') If it ain't a Hemi, it gotta be foreign (Skrrt) We really got switches when we be out touring Straight pull up and hit him, I knock out his coins (Boom) Them diamonds ain't hittin', ho, gotta be bronze Me and my son ballin', I feel like LeBron (Let's go) My lil' partner, he ain't been home, he been on the run And we used to hit licks to get us some funds (Get up) Ayy, now I do shows and get off the P's (Now I do shows and get off the—) Big boss, make her get on her knees And they wiping your nose, so you better not sneeze
Say still having bread like Popeye's But this time, young nigga smokin' on spinach Still ain't writing shit down, everything off the head No cap, I ain't seen me a pen in a minute Count racks with my manager, back of the Bentley Ayy, brand new whip, can't lie, it's rented Probably thought it was mine how the bitch came tinted Five percent, can't see shit in it
Nigga a bitch Gang This shit still musty 'Member I was—Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
