Lyrics
I told my last bitch that we going to the war
You done annoyed me bitch, i'm boutta call my guard
I blocked her on the gram, she texts in telegram
My bro's be outside standing with some AR
Them digits on my mind
So you know i'm going up
Big boy money, nigga big boy lungz
I'm rolling on some May Thai smoking runtz
Big boy money, nigga big boy lungz
I'm pushin letter S cuz Saino got no stops
You're irrelevant, why you aint dropping in some months
Got my 3d cover done in a hour, i ain't got to pay for art
I just put ur unreleased and make a quick buck
These bagguetes diamonds make me fucking nervous when they drop
Aye
I'm siping on og and make me roll the blunt
I'm siping on og and make me roll the blunt
I'm siping on og and make me roll the blunt
I'm siping on og, make me scroll ig
Make me pick a hoe just to flurt and to pop a bean
They're countin up my L's but they forgot that i could win
My first letter L, then goes E, Saino Freedoni
Bought some more cc's, not no shoes, with some fucking green
And i hop out bentley bee, with a gin, do the dash then flee