Yea yea
Yea
Woo
Hop in the whip
I just ran over the curb
Drunk as fuck
Doin' donuts I make that bitch swerve
Need me a milli I'm rocking Balenci Balenci Balenci it's all on my shirt
I rock Givenchy, my bitch she in Fendi I'm throwing my money I'm watching it twerk
Free my niggas in that cell
I got Louis on the belt
No I do not need your help
I can do bad by myself
I know that boy gonna tell
All my niggas we goin' to hell
And you know we got them (Shh)
I just got the pack in the mail
I just might pull out my glock and I sent out some shots bet I make that boy run
I'm sipping work and I spin on yo block and I walked in yo trap and I did it for fun
All these niggas lame no you cannot be my son
Got too many bad bitches, how can I only choose one?
Poppin' them tags on Balenci and I got Dior on my bag
Rockin' Cartiers
Now I see why niggas be mad
I'll have my shooters hawk him down like they playing tag
We ain't tryna talk we walk him down and we ain't wearing masks
Cant fuck with these niggas they talk to the cops
Bad bitch I beat up the box
Big ass chop it got la la la la
All a nigga hear is ba ba bow
Face mask Dior
I'm getting bread of course
Did I get the head? Of course
Tryna sleep in my bed no whore (Hell naw)
Hop in the whip
I just ran over the curb
Drunk as fuck
Doin' donuts I make that bitch swerve
Need me a milli I'm rocking Balenci Balenci Balenci it's all on my shirt
I rock Givenchy, my bitch she in Fendi
I'm throwing my money I'm watching it twerk
Hop in the whip
I just ran over the curb
Drunk as fuck
Doin' donuts I make that bitch swerve
Need me a milli I'm rocking Balenci Balenci Balenci it's all on my shirt
I rock Givenchy, my bitch she in Fendi
I'm throwing my money I'm watching it twerk
I got hella runtz
I got hella blunts
We got hella guns
You don't want smoke with us
Bitch I'm in first place
You just a runner up
Had to get them racks I had to run it up
I had to tell that lil boy, you not my twizzy you not my twin or slime
I had to tell that lil boy I cannot trust you, nigga you just ain't my kind!
I pop a X I feel like I can fly
Died off the acid I came back to life
Talking that shit he got hit with the fye
I had to put that lil boy up in line
Nigga what you gone do when that choppa blow ya down?
He tried to run and got hit with a hundred rounds
Choppa won't stop you get sent to Allah no we don't play around
Nigga we just slime you out