Yeah

Riding in that widebody
Bitch we keep it low, huh quit with all that side eyeing
Fuck I keep a side iron
I don’t really mind if you lie
Already got mine
I eat that bitch like Popeyes
She really already been fried
My pockets filled with paper
Ain’t no drought we really stay fine
I’m fucking on your bitch
I know you heard it through the grapevine
You ain’t got no cash 

So why the fuck you worried bout mine?
And you ain’t do the dash
So I know damn well you ain’t slide
You could send an addy
If you do just know you’ll die
I don’t take my chances 

If I do I roll the dice



He try play with *****
Then you know he gonna slide
Talk tough from the net
Yeah that boy don’t like his life
I pull up

Have y’all paper
That chicken
Then I’m fried

If you try pull up on me
I don’t care boy you gone die

You done broke my heart

But you cannot make that right
We gone run his pockets

Buy some fours

Mix it with Sprite

Yeah

Riding in that widebody
Bitch we keep it low, huh quit with all that side eyeing
Fuck I keep a side iron
I don’t really mind if you lie
Already got mine
I eat that bitch like Popeyes
She really already been fried
My pockets filled with paper
Ain’t no drought we really stay fine
I’m fucking on your bitch
I know you heard it through the grapevine
You ain’t got no cash 

So why the fuck you worried bout mine?
And you ain’t do the dash
So I know damn well you ain’t slide