Last out we caught was at the store, we had the scratchin'
Lil' bro hopped out trippin' with that switchie, he didn't face me
They shot, they shot, they come savin'
We the ones gettin' busy up in the city, that's on my baby
They block like a drive-thru, ask the ops how much we slide through
Ain't beefin' but you they family, you get caught then you gon' die too
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Stop the whip, let me out, that chopstick gon' leave him open like a zip
Zip him up, tell buddy no master, come and pick him up
Niggas fakin', actin' like they thug, like till we hit him up
Lotta niggas don't like him, what?
I ain't need this *, make this bitch take dick to the head
I ain't even hit yet, how you mad she choosin' me?
I like what she do to me, she say she feel safe over here
This is where the shooters be, she say ain't no paper popper there
*, she barely eatin', can barely feed herself
She told me help, this nigga barely feed me
How you mad she choosin' me? You'll die if you know what she was doin' to me
We been swappin' spit for a lil' while, this * ain't new to me
Actin' like I'm chasin' her or somethin', she be pursuin' me
Can't hold it, she be tellin' me all the time, she wish that you was me
I ain't with that
Can't miss this *, I barely attest a bitch
I can't even brag about these thoughts, that * be effortless
Red and white Ferrari, I come through fresh as a peppermint
Ain't caught up in that other *, they trippin' on black Esalen
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold a jet
Sellin' 50 for a show, I gotta go, can't miss this check
Travel all around the globe, doin' what I want with no regrets
She feel safe with us whenever she with gang and make her wet, yeah
We don't do the social tweet, these niggas too into that
Go live, tryna talk about who got shot, we don't get into that
We don't do the social tweet, these niggas too into that
Can you leave it up in the streets for me?
I ain't tryna go to jail
Keep mentionin' my name in all of your posts
It ain't hard to tell
If you get smoked, they gon' come lookin' for me
Nigga, you dumb as hell
This bitch think I love her
I'm weak, she must be drunk as hell
I can't let no suck bitch
I love how they suck dick
Once I get my nut off, bitch, I'm skatin' like some Chuck Fitt
I got a truck full of hoods
Can't.

I got a dark yellow though
son of a *, she got me drunk

I gotta cool off
I gotta cool off
I gotta cool off
cles
Almostissimo