Lyrics
(Bla-Bla-BlackMayo)
Ain't never going back to broke
I seen bands and I saw hope
Fuck with that then it's smoke
Holy Spirit, holy smoke
Bought a script, ain't prescribed
Fuck the law, don't abide
Gnashing pills, crush and grind
Seeing colors, ultraviolet
Hating ass niggas at the end of they rope
Looking for anything to promote
Leave hoes singing like niggas on the road
I hit the dash after that throat
Text my phone, said she sober
Glock 19, 30 round loaded
Drugs kick in, you don't know it
Off the wall, just don't show it
Three for one and that's a bargain
Big dawg, bitches barking
Bought more arms for the target
Need more arms, models walking
I'm from Chattan', fuck the talkin'
Spoiled brat, swear she bummin'
Shorty bad but have you bossin'
Fucking on niggas who ain't 'bout no money
Let these niggas knock up your tummy
I like flawless, I like flossy
Body curvy, lips glossy
SRT, put it in sport, big engine, no exhaust
Ain't never going back to broke
I seen bands and I saw hope
Fuck with that then it's smoke
Holy Spirit, holy smoke
Bought a script, ain't prescribed
Fuck the law, don't abide
Gnashing pills, crush and grind (BlackMayo)
Seeing colors, ultraviolet
