came out the trap with a brace on
limp to the benz why the fuck would I race yall
bitch in the back tryina top let her face off
I’m counting bands switching lanes tryina chase god
I just left the bank wit m’s
when you get this money you don’t need no friends
bussin off the top I don’t need no pens
smoking out pounds I don’t need no 10s
tints hella dark in the Aston
been mad far since the jump came splashing
Cant love a thot I remain old fashion
talking on the gram but don’t bring no action
yo
if you a bitch then I’m taxing
go hit my tent hind the fence bring them packs in
no I’m not rinsed but my diamonds is flashing
you niggas hate cus you can’t get no cashing
uh
bro hit the stain scored 40
ain’t no more pain in this range oh Lordy
came with her brain man I love yo shawty
aint Santa clause but I think she naughty
uh
we could put yo mans on news
spent a couple bands on these damn Prada shoes
diamonds really swimming yeah they ran on a crews
Aquafina dripping how da fuck could I loose
I can’t
don’t got no one to thank
I just hopped in my bag and made sure my fam ate
all day
what the fuck can you say
nigga tell me
I’m smoking loud can you smell me
you should
I’m good
I’m hood
you been
mad but it’s all understood
we straight
thank god
he good
in a jag
I’m on the damn interesarte
uh
jolly rancher in my faygo
daygo
niggas know they never really play tho
hey tho
fuck it count them bands in yo face hoe
I do it
niggas they talk but don’t go through it