歌词
Ay wtf solid
Seat dropped I’m for real
These drugs give me a thrill
Free my bro he’ll kill ya
Free my bro he trill aye
Focus on a million, this phone prolly cost a yatch
Ain’t focusing on nat hoes every thot hoe get a block
Going OT everything I did for the streets this shit get hard on me
Can’t sleep tell me what should I do when the perky calling me
Seat dropped laugh when these **** plot on a **** but I can’t stop
What do I do I ain’t tryna be rude I’m just tryna re up
On my mind i want dolla signs every day
Ridin with the fye i ain’t going no way
12 pull up I skate, Buss the drake at the statey, Rob the bank all the way, do a quarter ticket do you feel me?
Do you feel me?
Do you feel me?
Do you feel me?
Do you feel me?
Ay da garage been packed, young n**** was serving pack, Entourage tote straps n we got monkeys on our back, I’m on mars, don’t talk to me right now im on these bars, oh you sorry don’t talk to me right now i know you sorry
Seat dropped I’m for real
These drugs give me a thrill
Free my bro he’ll kill ya
Free my bro he trill aye
Focus on a million, this phone prolly cost a yatch
Ain’t focusing on nat hoes every thot hoe get a block
Going OT everything I did for the streets this shit get hard on me
Can’t sleep tell me what should I do when the perky calling me
Seat dropped laugh when these **** plot on a **** but I can’t stop
What do I do I ain’t tryna be rude I’m just tryna re up
Written by: Reign Mutaawe
