Roller with me too, he got that stick with him
That stick on him
Look, he got that stick on him
That's 30
If you try to play then we gone get on him
We gone get on him
Shh,
we ain't playing around
Aye, Rollie selling packs while he in the trap
Aye, Poster with my strap, I be in the back
Got that 30 on my hip, please don't try me man
Know it,
don't give no f***,
I'm coming for them bands
Far crash,
had to change that Rari for that Lambo
Get paid,
you know your b*** know where the b*** been at
Packs coming in,
you know my b*** finna get them gone
Bullets to his head,
that b*** can't think about his dome
Push up on him with that gat,
that b*** moving wrong
I do a hit straight with my b***,
then I'm going home
Babe, you super thick, I'm taking off her thong
It ain't s*** to spend no pro's,
cause I got all the
It ain't s*** to spend no pro's,
cause I got all the
Ain't no need to go and shop,
and I got all the clothes
Three benches hit my line,
you say you need some bows
Three benches hit my line,
you say you need some bows
Money coming in for them packs,
and now they gone out
Can't even smoke up in hotels,
but we birthing them
I get that geeking off that liquor,
now it's going down
She get that geeking off that drink,
and now she going down
Can't even smoke up in a Sprinter,
they gone kick me out
I know this s*** got a med,
but she gone suck me now
Bro,
hit the bank,
we set on bands and then we take it out
You sellin booty,
or the coochie,
what you really bout?
I used to be smoking on duty,
now I got some loud
She say her man got her some racks,
so we gone take them down
Packs coming in,
we copped a four and now we getting out
Packs coming in,
we got a man and now you in a drought
We double back,
hit they block,
then we spin again
We double back,
hit they block,
then we spin again
We double back,
hit they block,
then we spin again
When I hop up out this court,
bet I kill yo friends
Bro, these selling packs, why he in the trap?
Post it with my strap, I be in the back
Got this 30 on my hip, please don't try me, man
You know what,
don't give no f***,
I'm coming for them bands
Before I crash,
had to change that Rari for that Lambo
Get paid, you know yo f*** know what I been on
Packs coming in,
you know mine,
finna get them gone
Bullets to his head,
that f*** can't think about his dung
Push up on him with that gas,
that f*** moving wrong
I do a hit straight with mine,
then I'm going home
Bad f***,
super thick,
I'm taking off for a thong
It ain't s*** to spend no pros,
cause I got all the
It ain't s*** to spend no pros,
cause I got all the
Ain't no need to go and shop,
and I got all the clothes
Three benches in my wine,
you say you need some bows?