歌詞
(Yeah, yuh)
I'm showin love on that cheap shit, straight up gangsta (Turn me up Jayway)
I still got that hot shit at the corner store
I do what I want n****, gotta pay me, gangsta shit
(Yuh)
Can't name how many shots I sent out my black Supreme Forces
I was broke up on some gangsta shit, n**** play get extorted
You can't hate this shit
Damn for sure can't take this shit
Your trap slow as fuck, traffic jam, you can't make this shit
They say I'm hot as hell, change the climate, 300 degrees
You can't chill with me, I'm in the field, better tie your cleats
I'm the hood pharmacy, Rx only, got what you need
I ain't come to play, its game time, bitch get on your knees
Price up, ain't slowin down
I'm the talk of the town
I'm too trapped out, I dont give a fuck, just made a play, outta bounds
State to state, I'm in Houston I love it, feel like Bobby Brown
We got fullies on top of fullies, we got choppas on choppas on choppas
It wasn't my fault, he had jumped, he wouldn't make it to the doctor
Everywhere we go we swingin shit, trap still poppin
Hustle all I know, I heard the cards decline, I need all the profit
Auntie said: "You got that bitch stankin, nephew let me get a nugget"
Hustle all I know, you prolly seen me post up at the store
I was swingin loads, way back then I sell exotic bowls
I'm the youngest n**** pull up to the trap, cash out on loads
Ain't no n**** hoein me, I pull up, cash out on my dope
Can't name how many shots I sent out my black Supreme Forces
I was broke up on some gangsta shit, n**** play get extorted
You can't hate this shit
Damn for sure can't take this shit
Your trap slow as fuck, traffic jam, you can't make this shit
They say I'm hot as hell, change the climate, 300 degrees
You can't chill with me, I'm in the field, better tie your cleats
I'm the hood pharmacy, Rx only, got what you need
I ain't come to play, its game time, bitch get on your knees
Written by: Jaquerius Mack
