Letras
Them demons controlling them hell cats (Vroom)
That's the 200 on the dash
Cookies crumbs fall the ash
Really got the spittin on smash
Now I'm bout to do it for the cash
On Jupiter collecting gas
Spaceships I took back to back
Wherever I traffic the sack
That profit I just flip it back
She do a line spaghetti straps
Blow residue on her lap
I don't do good with yap
That's why you don't see me in chats
Hoes in my face like gnats
Fresh cabbage out the patch
Gun dunk a nigga like a poster
Paper like Manila folders
Gucci green all on my loafers
Your green short like clovers
Shooters got range like rovers
Gimme da beat and I boom
Imma bring y'all niggas doom
I got fresh green like a bloom
Never had silver on spoon
Hit'em up leave'em with wounds
Give'em some customized tombs
Only got gas in my fumes
In da dark shine like the moon
She say my character rude
But I am not friendly dudes
Cause I'm making critical moves
Put dat little boy on the news
Pistol know magic like poof
Runnin this shit like cleat
None of these boys can compete
I rep da gang on da P
Smokin and roll out the P
Them demons controlling them hell cats (Vroom)
That's the 200 on the dash
Cookies crumbs fall the ash
Really got the spittin on smash
Now I'm bout to do it for the cash
On Jupiter collecting gas
Spaceships I took back to back
Wherever I traffic the sack
That profit I just flip it back
She do a line spaghetti straps
I sip this drank wit a passion
Bitches be always harassing
Backwoods I don't do no passin
Come to this shit I'm assassin
Put these fuck boys in a trash can
Spit like a virus no maskin
Doin my duty like taskin
Bet you got dirt in yo wood like a casket
Grip on the mic like I latch it
Dance with my Nina she ratchet
Money like fish in the sea and I catch it
Come with that vibe and I match it
Got extra clip I attached it
All of these niggas is backwards
I Juke and I shake thru the tackles
Necklaces sound like some shackles
This a drippy tabernacle
Catching a wave like a paddle
Pray as I look to the east
This is the rise of a beast
Them demons controlling them hell cats (Vroom)
That's the 200 on the dash
Cookies crumbs fall the ash
Really got the spittin on smash
Now I'm bout to do it for the cash
On Jupiter collecting gas
Spaceships I took back to back
Wherever I traffic the sack
That profit I just flip it back
She do a line spaghetti straps
Writer(s): Michael Henley
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