Lyrics
The drank man just pulled up told em ring on the Doorbell.
I need a lil' eighth of the za I can tell by the dank Smell.
If a young nigga sippin' on a drank, you can tell That he ain't well.
And a lil' nigga coppin' my moves, you can tell that He ain't there.
YSL all of my fragrance
Now this lil' bitch want my baby
I pull up in a brand new Mercedes
For the racks, fam, you know I got rabies
And I told him, "lil' nigga, I won't let the racks coerce me, I won't let it change me".
I ain't finna stuff all my balls in the pit Cause you Know that I won't let her play me
GEN 5 Glock in the inside of my pants cause you know that I'm a hood baby
Every time I do a show, I need 30k up front on the daily.
White bitch wanted a Birkin
Black diamonds, nigga, I'm surfin'
Fuck niggas, always be-turfin
Bet they don't know I be lurkin'
Fiend bitch hit up my phone for a G you know I'ma go ahead and serve it
I ain't no muzzy, but I'm puttin' money right up on your head, no turban.
I ain't no gangsta, but every day I gotta go ahead and sip me some bourbon.
Promethazine Codiene, inside my gut, I'm burpin'.
Uh-huh, meds in my body, you know that I'm geekin'.
Uh-huh, he sayin he got put on the racks, he tweaking'.
Uh-huh, I feel like I'm Carti, my music be leakin'.
Uh-huh, talk down on the gang, it's gettin real devious.
Changin' my clothes like switchin' the seasons
I cannot give this lil' freak bitch, any of the chips, She always be leavin.
I put triple sixes all on my whip, you know it's a Demon.
How this lil' bitch gonna switch on the gang? She Go ahead and commit a treason.
How this lil' nigga gon' switch on the gang? Like, My nigga, what was the reason.
I put the racks in the back of the Bentley Bentayga, and then Im gon' leave it.
I got too much of this high fashion on my body, I Know you can see it.
I got a GLE-43 AMG, nigga, you know that I mean It.
The drank man just pulled up told em ring on the Doorbell.
I need a lil' eighth of the za I can tell by the dank Smell.
If a young nigga sippin' on a drank, you can tell That he ain't well.
And a lil' nigga coppin' my moves, you can tell that He ain't there.
YSL all of my fragrance
Now this lil' bitch want my baby
I pull up in a brand new Mercedes
For the racks, fam, you know I got rabies
And I told him, "lil' nigga, I won't let the racks coerce me, I won't let it change me".
I ain't finna stuff all my balls in the pit Cause you Know that I won't let her play me
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Jose Cruz
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