歌词
Dilute the red until its pink
Would I die about my squad
Like what you think
Watch my money grow
I cannot talk to a shrink
But on the low
I been feeling out of sync
Voices in my head
Like do they notice me
That boy ain't no kin
he ain't get no chips from me
I can spend fifteen hundred
It's like a quick trip to me
Im pulling up with my dogs
And bitch we blitzing on three
Im tryna take off
Beat the breaks off
Don't be standing in the way
I run you over
Like I hate y'all
When they can't make a decision
But I seen him shake the eight ball
She want me to save her
Sorry baby let the cape fall
Like who be worried bout' it
No one but my mama
Got to keep that ratchet
Save me from that drama
Take em' to that cabin
he don't know bout' choppers
In Balenciaga
In Balenciaga
Dilute the red until its pink
Would I die about my squad
Like what you think
Watch my money grow
I cannot talk to a shrink
But on the low
I been feeling out of sync
Voices in my head
Like do they notice me
That boy ain't no kin
He ain't get no chips from me
I can spend fifteen hundred
It's like a quick trip to me
Im pulling up with my dogs
And bitch we blitzing on three
Written by: Agapito Navarro, Benjamín Ortiz