Vyrlu Made This We in the latest coupe
Hit one then we saving 2 Felt it he went Ah Ah Nigga ain't no saving you
Roll the window Fa Fa nigga we straight flaming you
You definitely don't got it, what the fuck, the point in staining you
When I hop in my bag, I head right for the T.O.P. like Peek-A-Boo
Bitch, I've been so intertwined money conversations, what I'm eager to
Why the fuck would you thug in the streets, don't, don't know a thing or two
I'm the type of nigga get around, teach you a thing or two
Big money, I count dineros, can't get a piece of this
And Brody got a new oou, can't even reach for this
Show it off like, uh, who want smoke, we send them thangs at ya
I just look, and, wonder how could you change on me I was getting to the, yeah, you can't put blame on me I Was getting to the, yeah, you can't put the blame on me
We all went to jail, niggas took a L Oh, well, why you pointing fingers, you at fault as well
Oh, yeah, I go and get the money, don't dream about the fame
Hell, yeah, I put a .25 in a Bob Marley Hell, yeah, mix it with the grabs, mix it with the oou
Oh, yeah, I get the fucking potion, had to put it down Oh, man, addicted to the green, red, had to put it all to bed
Swerving till the A-M, overdose might leave me dead I had lost a couple friends, but they want my real friends
Envy filled up in they head, wish I felt the hate then Wish I felt the hate then, envy all up in they head
Niggas want me fucking dead Why the fuck would you want me fucking dead
I should spin back and just bust they fucking head
We in the latest coupe, hit one then we saving, 2
Felt it he went, ah, ah, nigga, ain't no saving you Roll the window, Fa, Fa, nigga, we straight flaming you
You definitely don't got it, what the fuck, the point in staining You come around me acting crazy, I'ma flame you