These niggas cannot make a band
I was chillin' with your bitch, I had a thousand in my pants
I'm a money-gettin' nigga, watch me do my money dance
This nigga is a dummy, he keep talkin' on the gram
Let's go
Let's go and dump
All these bitches on my dick, they keep on sayin'
They gon' *, goin' crazy in that track
You know I'm skirtin' in that truck, in that truck
Hold on, just tap back in
All the bitches in the back bring the racks in
All the people in the front come and tap in
That bitty so fire in the trap, yeah
Shout out to my nigga Drake
He be rappin' just like me, know he do it every day
Niggas out here sittin' on they fuckin' couch without no pay
Niggas out here switchin' up and I swear to God that they be fake, yeah
Finna blow quick
Got this like a bitch, I'm a money-gettin' nigga
Niggas up on my neck just like a glow stick
He gon' talk * to his friends, but he won't post it
If you got boof up in that pack, then do not roll it
Yeah, hold on, this that hot *
If you talk * on the bros, you hit drop quick
Got the key to everything just like a lockpick
And them bitches super skinny like some chopsticks
If you got boof up in that pack, then do not roll it