文本歌词

Aye wop go grab that tech man
Tray savage load that fn up
Lil boss load that s**t up man
Y'all know we smoke out the 448
Pouring out the pints
Aye ball bring that money counter out boy
You know what the f**k time it is man
Splashing on these b***hes yea that's that sea salt
All the horses in this foreign I'm like yeehaw
You know we got that defense let's play b ball
I think I'm going ray charles I can't see y'all
Throw theses on how b***h these the new cappers
This our s**t n***a ain't no new trappers
Going forward in this foreign like I can't move backwards
You on the f**k s**t and take that button it a tap ya
I'm with a white b***h she a coke head
My mentality is get more bread
I'm in a fast car like it's a snow sled
Stick sticking out like it's a forehead
No instagram it can go live
I don't f**k with n***as that play both sides
I keep smelt the d**e when we drove past
Stopped to get some backwoods and some more gas
B***h I'm fresher than a f**king hebrew
If you owe me I see you
Walk in valentino get a tee or two
Yellow black whip that's that pickachu
Ran off on the plug in 09'
Just f**ked a model wife with a bow tie
I'm with blood now might as well call 'em slime
All I see is money I think I'm going blind
Hater blockers on my face I call them the specs
Hit neimans we just ran through a check
Grab some fnins we just ran through the techs
I just f**ked her from the back on a f**king jet
Ball bring that money counter out boy
Y'all know what time it is
All we wanna see is red and blue n***a
Or I should say red and green n***a
Blood and money n***a
Uhuh
Rob a f**k n***a take his whole s**t
Ran off with your pack you a whole b***h
B***hes in the trap I make them h*es strip
Them h*es don't wanna f**k I make them h*es dip
I been getting money since like 06'
Phone booming I just moved a whole brick
Got 100shot I shoot at your whole clique
Got 100shot I shoot up your whole whip
Phone ringing d**n all this money coming in
Remember being on the block selling 3for 10
Try to rob s**t I put one up in yo wig
I don't carry 38
All I told is cigs
Let this beef get serious I smoke your kids
These n***as ain't did what I did
Remember running from the cops had to hop the fence
And you can't hang around if you ain't popping s**t
Boy I'm on that savage s**t
Stop that rapping s**t
I'll hit your block up then chops automatic spit
N***a we gon blast off
F**k it mask on
N***a said the wit it
Boy stop it they look mad soft
In the trap get bags off
We got mad soft
B***h you ain't off molly n***a
That's some bath salt
Try to rob huh back off
Get you mad offed
B***h I get that guap like a cash crow