Lyrics
903
Word, word, word, word, word
This is for these **** thats just steady talkin' down
It's on everything I own that Imma own the fuckin' town
Nah I'm trippin' shit I got it
Got that bitch up in my pocket
Pay attention little **** this is how you ride the pocket
That 9-0-3 shit
Blaq Texas in this bitch
And you know it's Ea$y Money till I cannot smoke a brick
Yeah I'm chillin' witcha bitch she read you out like dioramas
I'm just living life in 1987 thats my momma
One night just touchin' you
I can't tell ya'll what drugs we on
All we do is fuck
Then you wonder why it's nothing but love
One night just touchin' you
I can't tell ya'll what drugs we on
All we do is fuck
Then you wonder why it's nothing but love
Written by: SonnyViiibes
