In the car goin 250
I can’t let none of these boys get ahead of me
Put my dawg on the corner, he lied to “your honor” and said that he done with the fetamine
In the yo with my bitch sippin Hennessy
Split the back with my dawg he gets 10 a week, cash.
220 digital sit on the dash
If you look in the car then we upping it fast
Fuck it ill crash
Still I be right on they ass
Nah I ain’t goin out sad
We got, 32 shots in the motherfucking 3 dot
Rocket on me & it’s stuffed in my Levi’s
Aint no question I’m sliding with Bdot
In the BX I’m bringing a beehive
Put that boy in a spliff he a 3.5
We gone bend on they ass til he see god

All these niggas ain’t Steppin on shit
All that talk now ya man on a candle
T upped the chop on a fuck nigga head
It’s singing way louder than dirty Diana
23,000 online ima scammer
Fuck all that dissing
come see how we Steppin
I been finessing a checking
Now she wanna check in
I’ll show you 5k ina second
Heavy, I sold the weight out the chevy
Bro makin plays on the celly
Hit ya hoe on the celly
Now we at the telly
And she want it all in her belly
Rocking it plain, need to bust down the skelly
Spin with a tommy
He runnin like jerry
I put them wings on ya bro
He a fairy, ya hoe on my body fuck nigga get near me
Yeah
I keep that fire on go
Try it, I blow.
I can’t go out like ya bro
We went from buying them lows
And trying on cloths
Now fuck if we buy out the store
You the typa nigga cry to a how
Triple s and I could tie me a bow
Never knew if I would find me a home
Now mama livin she ain’t crying no more
We back on that bullshit
Fuck around ima spin with a full clip
See a opp and we treat em like “kush mintz”
Now ya man in a blunt with a wood tip
Shooter no baseline
I’ll put a hole in ya face-time
I hit ya hoe and she ain’t mine
Fuck around bag her friend at the same time

In the car goin 250
I can’t let none of these boys get ahead of me
Put my dawg on the corner, he lied to “your honor” and said that he done with the fetamine
In the yo with my bitch sippin Hennessy
Split the back with my dawg he gets 10 a week, cash.
220 digital sit on the dash
If you look in the car then we upping it fast
Fuck it ill crash
Still I be right on they ass
Nah I ain’t goin out sad
We got, 32 shots in the motherfucking 3 dot
Rocket on me & it’s stuffed in my Levi’s
Ain't no question I’m sliding with Bdot
In the BX I’m bringing a beehive
Put that boy in a spliff he a 3.5
We gone bend on they ass til he see god