Print

Ha, yeah, hey, yeah, haha Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Like, ha, bags, the motherfucking bag, you heard? Yo, yeah, uh Used to do walk ups, now they try and pay us for a walk through Ain't beefin' with no rappers 'cause my niggas they'll chalk you And thats the type of drama I ain't needin' Between Akademiks and twitter, I don't make it to the weekend Fuck, his niggas bomin' like they CBS, I was in the trenches slangin' cedar, yes Cutting up the heroin with Dilaudid just so we can stretch Take a hundred thousand off the movies, let 'em keep the rest Turn crack cocaine into the VVS, talkin' that fly shit S 600, eatin' Hibachi with chopsticks, Givenchy'd down gettin' top in the cockpit Y'all don't fuckin' hear me though I'm on a yacht, pourin' Tech up in the flute like it's Chardonnay Lobster tail and scallops out in Mandalay Dolce and Gabana drippin' on me when the camera blink No service where we at, so you can't hear a thing No lifeguard on duty, peep the fucking beauty I fucked the bitch, lil Uzi slappin' on the booty Balenciaga boxers 250 for a package of 3 Week in the streets keepin' it G, I keep the average in Jeep They talkin' trap, but ain't a fiend that could vouch for 'em Come to me, had fiends trappin' out they house for him Auntie cool, but don't be tellin' they ain't stashin' nothing Letras de cancionesAlways gotta hand out, tryna grab something Know I keep a shooter that'll stab something And a dyke when hoes acting brazy, that'll rag something Still shoutin' out my self on my last run in Nigga, word to mommy, if a pussy try me We gon' do him in the lobby, send him where Allah be Talk cocky, walk properly, know that God got me Snitch niggas, sent the peoples tryna Fox 5 me I'm somewhere that you can't find me with like 5 thotties Them IG bitches with a million likes right by me I'm on the phone, talkin' money on the vac sealer And niggas still callin' back 'cause the pack killer Little disclaimer, we don't ever argue, eat a dick, hater Can't talk baller to a spectator Still jumpin' out the Mazi rockin' Margiela Thousand dollar jeans on, and I just walk better Rocking Off-White in the off weather They ain't fuckin' with the boy, never (nah) They ain't fuckin' with the boy, never Like, 6-0, ha, Fastmoney shit From Letras Mania