歌词
Like twenty in my pocket, this is not money
(Not money)
Dude, pick a **** up
Like I done dropped something (drop something)
You can't pull up to the spot if you don't cut nothing (cut nothing)
Pop nothing, I can't go nowhere unless the Glock coming
Yeah, come on (come on)
Oh, you not ready?
Lately, ain't been smoking in the whip
'Cause the shots heavy (shot heavy)
Turn a **** SRT to a drop Chevy
I ain't really like no SpongeBob, I would've fucked Sandy (alright)
****, I ain't Bill, I would've punched Mandy
**** thought he bought some X pills but it was cut candy
Two stepping with this big bitch but I am not dancing
Let a **** try to play me sweet and I'ma shoot seven
Burn some bridges, I don't give a fuck
Feel like the pool better
I'ma keep on fucking up his arm, gon' need a new tester
**** out here crashing over hoes
They looking too desperate (too desperate)
Dick wrap a bitch, and send her back
I need a new present
I done spent my old cheese, I need new cheddar
Told my bitch get up, get a job, she better do better (better)
Got this new batch from uncle, it smell like Nutella (Nutella)
Big bullets ripping through your jacket
Even through sweaters (through sweaters)
That **** never hit no plays, he's a new seller
(Seller)
You got snaked by your ****
Better move better (move better)
I'll rob your crib while you home, bitch, I'm too clever (too clever)
You been snitching all your life, you not a new teller
If I shoot this big bitch, I might break my hand
On the road with that shit on me
Can't take no chance (take no chance)
If he run off with a bag, we gon' chop his legs
They see a **** coming up, now they want my head
Name a **** you know from the hood shoot a Glock on pegs
How they speaking on the dead?
I don't understand (understand)
When they **** died, they ain't even slide for the man (the man)
**** ain't gon' pop shit but a fucking Xan (Lil' bitch)
If I punch you in your shit
What you think, I'm playing?
If I call a bitch over to fuck, do you think she staying?
I was fucked up, I shook back, had to play my hand
**** fucked up without no pape', gotta snake they mans
I done seen the closest switch, I don't need no friends
Bitch, if I was Deebo in the hood, I would've beat on Craig
Dumb bitch to texting bullshit, I left her seen on read
Told her I done beat them Doonies down
I'm try'na meet your friend (alright)
You try'na meet her friend?
I was upstairs with the aunt tryna fuck the aunt
****, how you try'na move the bag?
But you know you can't
Smoking real Cookies on the bag, you see the fucking stamp
I was young, got my ass whooped 'cause I broke the lamp
Grab my cheese, count up fifty twenties with the rubber bank
**** fake, had to realize but now I understand
Grab some kicks, pull some pape' out, I'm 'bout to kill the 'Gram
Written by: Avion Smith
