歌詞
448 shit, ****
(It's Lolife
Motherfuckin')
Oh, you want some bags?
Then, oh, let's do it
Just like Waka Flocka
Just re'd up on bricks
So we in the spot, ain't nothin'
But fins and choppers
Know some Crips in OKC
They got some Glocks
Like Serge Ibaka
556, it sound like K. Michelle
That .308 a opera
Walk you down like a blind man
When I point this stick
I got Wock, Quagen, sellin' red
But I don't fuck with Tris'
Just like Steve Nash
I catch the box then I make an assist
I can front 'em out, but I got plays
No cash, you gettin' dismissed
In the spot, we movin' weight of white
That's Andy Milonakis
Anything I sell, you put up in your spot
You makin' profit
Got her on her knees
Like I'm Messiah, she say I'm a prophet
Oh, you say you the plug?
Well shit, I'm tryin' to out serve your socket
I bang C's, all I sell is P's
But plays right now on B's
Vacuum seal it, I come to your town
And get it off with ease
Top shelf, don't do no homegrown
I can't serve no seeds
If you tippin', serve you like a waiter
****, what you need?
Oh, you want some bags?
Then, oh, let's do it
Just like Waka Flocka
Just re'd up on bricks
So we in the spot, ain't nothin'
But fins and choppers
Know some Crips in OKC
They got some Glocks
Like Serge Ibaka
556, it sound like K. Michelle
That .308 a opera
Walk you down like a blind man
When I point this stick
I got Wock, Quagen, sellin' red
But I don't fuck with Tris'
Just like Steve Nash
I catch the box then I make an assist
I can front 'em out, but I got plays
No cash, you gettin' dismissed
Told my homie start a kennel
'cause he keep requestin' dog
Only move with COD
You ain't got no cash
I'm not involved
Cases pending, still dealin'
Middle finger, fuck the laws
Got a fetish for sellin' pints
And sellin' crops before they fall
Oh, you broke? Watch me over stove
You can learn a lesson
I ain't nervous, bitch
I've been servin' since my adolescence
In interrogation room
They sing like Usher
They confessin'
In the trap, I'm gettin' stimulus
Like I just won the election
Oh, you want some bags?
Then, oh, let's do it
Just like Waka Flocka
Just re'd up on bricks
So we in the spot, ain't nothin'
But fins and choppers
Know some Crips in OKC
They got some Glocks
Like Serge Ibaka
556, it sound like K. Michelle
That .308 a opera
Walk you down like a blind man
When I point this stick
I got Wock, Quagen, sellin' red
But I don't fuck with Tris'
Just like Steve Nash
I catch the box then I make an assist
I can front 'em out, but I got plays
No cash, you gettin' dismissed
Written by: Jabrail Richardson
