歌詞
Uh, I'm not for real
I'm telling you I'm not here you made it, yeah
Pressure uh, uh
I'm at the spot, a hundred peas in the walkway (fact)
Movin' too fast, slow it down, that's what my pops say (for real)
I got that Zyde 3k I feel like Andre (yeah)
I'm mixin' wacky with the red this ain't no Bombay (relax)
No relaxin' ain't no off day
First to punch and I can't fight back (fuck)
Just hit my brother Drew like where the fuckin' vibes at? (what it is?)
Hop in the Lam' and crank it up and spark a wine black
I picked up 50 and I sold it but I came up servin' dime stacks
In that Benz and I recline benches
I might sit down cause it's gon' take a minute (strait up)
This Wiley Gucci with that Amex in it
Hop up in that SRT evade them **** (I'm gone)
I'm kinda rust on I don't play with ****, sayin' like you got it but my only question is
Where you stay lil ****? Like where your house and car? (what are you saying)
I got this shit up out the mud, I came from buyin' hard
You see this shit up on my neck, know I ain't dyin' for it (nah)
Like you can have it ****, I hope your money right ****
'Cause you done started with it twisted cause that blamers clutched
I always have the up, these **** thinkin' shit is sweet until they let a bust
And you ain't puttin' on this drink then don't grab a cup (I will wait for it)
It be the broke as **** asking can you pass the blend
Go get a job **** (for real)
If you my brother in that war then I'm involved with ya (for real)
I'm in that car with ya (facts)
And we ain't beggin' for no peace not at all **** (not all)
Nah we don't call ****, we just a zombie ****
I'm at the spot, a hundred peas in the walkway (fact)
Movin' too fast, slow it down, that's what my pops say (for real)
I got that Zyde 3k I feel like Andre (yeah)
I'm mixin' wacky with the red this ain't no Bombay (relax)
No relaxin' ain't no off day
First to punch and I can't fight back (fuck)
Just hit my brother Drew like where the fuckin' vibes at? (what it is?)
Hop in the Lam' and crank it up and spark a wine black
I picked up 50 and I sold it but I came up servin' dime stacks
In that Benz and I recline benches
I grew up looking for trouble
Lyin' to this bitch she really thinkin' that I love her
I been drivin' big body Benz's since they was bubble
First to crawl a Maybach up on swangers through the gutter
Moncler boots on my feet I can't feel a rain drop
So much purple in my cup look like the paint drop
Ain't too many badas in Texas I ain't popped
Pounds coverin' up my ankles current angle leg lock
Dank mud bags, just all splashed
Hit this bitch up with this pimp and now she callin' me her dad
Standin' on the business feel a swellin' in my calves
Go hun just broke a bitch for two fifty in the stabs (ayy)
Baby I don't drink liquor pour it out
**** think they scat pack a hellcat, no it's not
Splash up in a black track a made back showin' out
A lot of money comin' in with my hoes going out
I'm at the spot, a hundred peas in the walkway (fact)
Movin' too fast, slow it down, that's what my pops say (for real)
I got that Zyde 3k I feel like Andre (yeah)
I'm mixin' wacky with the red this ain't no Bombay (relax)
No relaxin' ain't no off day
First to punch and I can't fight back (fuck)
Just hit my brother Drew like where the fuckin' vibes at? (what it is?)
Hop in the Lam' and crank it up and spark a wine black
I picked up 50 and I sold it but I came up servin' dime stacks
In that Benz and I recline benches (ayy, ayy)
