[Quando Rondo:] Doo-doo-doo (Pooh, you a fool for this one) Uh-uh, yeah
Stars in the ceilin', shit, I make a wish when I jump out the Cullinan (Uh, yeah) Someone grab the scissors, 'cause I cut her off, once I hit, she can pass to my brother 'nem (Uh-uh-uh, yeah) Different color vehicles, look just like some Skittles with two-hundred-thou' in a duffle bag I hang with the killer that killed your lil' nigga Y'all boys ain't no killers, I'm on your ass
Pour up some Codeine, I'm sippin' that I'm goin' cold cold turkey, money and Molly, it's tucked in the Fendi pack I don't want no more percies I send my youngin to shoot it up for a bag (Brrt) I can't show no more mercy COVID-19, we gon' step on 'em with a mask I'm talkin' closed, closed curtains
When you shoot, ain't no runnin', we dumpin' back Fifty shots in the drum when we up the mag' Just to make sure we slump 'em, we gon' double back Bitch, I come from the slums, out the can, Savannah My lil' murdered one in the new Atlanta So, they say on my head it's a hundred racks I even got smoke with my own kind, if I tell 'em, yo' chain get snatched Who the fuck you been talkin' to? I'm just askin' Nigga, y'all got my number, but makin' captions Nigga, since when these niggas been oversteppin'? Boys up in the air, so I been givin' passes Paranoid everywhere, so, I keep a ratchet Bet that cutter gon' make 'em flip like a [?] I just buried a hundred inside of a casket Treat my bitch like a Barbie, just bought her plastic If you don't like me let me know, boy, you know that you a ho Big check like Nike, that's for sure But, yeah, this pipe still in, for sure Before this music shit, I ain't care 'bout money, I was shootin' shit I don't care 'bout who you is Your dude a snitch, these niggas know my crew legit
Stars in the ceilin', shit, I make a wish when I jump out the Cullinan (Uh, yeah) Someone grab the scissors, 'cause I cut her off, once I hit, she can pass to my brother 'nem (Uh-uh-uh, yeah) Different color vehicles, look just like some Skittles with two-hundred-thou' in a duffle bag I hang with the killer that killed your lil' nigga Y'all boys ain't no killers, I'm on your ass
Pour up some Codeine, I'm sippin' that I'm goin' cold cold turkey, money and Molly, it's tucked in the Fendi pack I don't want no more Percies I send my youngin to shoot it up for a bag (Brrt) I can't show no more mercy COVID-19, we gon' step on 'em with a mask I'm talkin' closed, closed curtains
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:] Don't do no kickin', got to get it I'm tryna get all of my niggas from out of the trenches I gave her racks for some game I covered her up in Dior, but mostly, it's Fendi My bitch be walkin' 'round with a million I took her wrist and I set Richard Mille Look at the diamonds, her bracelet's tennis Told you to tell 'em it's gon' be a killin' Really rich, fuck nemesis, I'm the villain I spent your whole label deal on my Bentley I tell it right how it is, killers they keepin' it real, I'm returnin' them with it Already know how I'm is One of them niggas gon' die when I come to the city Four-door matte Jag' with a sack, got the strap on his ass Nigga play, let it clap, get back Playin' with the bag, out the flap, it's a wrap Let it bang at his cap 'til his ass get smashed From the hotel, we could pick up some bitches Turn off her phone, she don't know where we at Loaded, gone, tell her, "Leave me 'lone" I'm the one holdin' them racks I'm the one flooded with cash But, once you get high with it, it'll never come back
[Quando Rondo:] Stars in the ceilin', shit, I make a wish when I jump out the Cullinan (Uh, yeah) Someone grab the scissors, 'cause I cut her off, once I hit, she can pass to my brother 'nem (Uh-uh-uh, yeah) Different color vehicles, look just like some Skittles with two-hundred-thou' in a duffle bag I hang with the killer that killed your lil' nigga Y'all boys ain't no killers, I'm on your ass
Pour up some Codeine, I'm sippin' that I'm goin' cold cold turkey, money and Molly, it's tucked in the Fendi pack I don't want no more Percies I send my youngin to shoot it up for a bag (Brrt) I can't show no more mercy COVID-19, we gon' step on 'em with a mask I'm talkin' closed, closed curtainsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.