歌词
Fuck them, I don't know them, they ain't one hunna
In my German car, drop a big pack on my young gunner
In the trap, I make mad stacks off one number
When you're at the pot, you can lose it all off of one fuck up
On the High Road and I'm drivin' slow with one ucker
When I tell her "Suck", she don't say much, not one stutter
My nigga SAV poked a lot of yutes with one cutter
Feds kicked it in, got my niggas yard on the front cover
Free 'em, man's really out 'ere in the deep end
My Louboutin shoes are in season
Used to trap all night it was freezing
This Samsung keeps on beatin'
The Shard is where I'm sleeping
Some steak is what I'm eating
I'm in Gaucho's with the G's dem
I put six bags on my left wrist
Put my brother Dotz on my necklace
Got my brothers locked on some next shit
Get a raw box, then I press it
They talk it, I live it
Gotta call for the four in the midget
So I flew 'round to the kitchen
I got a few ounces by the biscuits
Young niggas getting street money 'til they lock me
I got a white girl with a big back, she talks cockney
They see the kid, and they skate out it's not hockey
Keep the dots in the gym bag, true, it's stocky
Whip, whip, whip, then I'm serving
Skatin' round in a foreign car, it straight German
I got a bad bitch with a big back, she likes twerking
I gotta new trap and I told the cats it needs curtains
He threw me a bird and I jacked him
Me and him ain't squared 'til I burst him
I dice packs and I drop packs on the workman
I got stacks, that's for certain
I miss Dotz bro, I'm hurting
I'm with Mouth, bro, we're lurking
I just buy straps I don't reason
'Cause my man thinks we're beefin'
When I slide 'round I don't see him
Or he's breezin' like a athlete
The whole squad know I back beef
Treat restaurants like they McD's
Taught my young boy how to stack P's
I came off of a crack fiend (crack fiend)
Throwing this paper, no litterin'
Age 15, I was bit'n'win
I'm eating in Gaucho's you're getting slim
I need two scales when I get it in
Cooked two Z's in ten minutes
I got a trap spot, I'm renting it
Just cling and carbs, no beds in it
And I'm out the door if a fed's in it
Done a lot of shit I ain't regrettin' it
I get the raw and I'm extending it
If the quote's hard, then I'm blending it
I don't know nothin' 'bout no benefits
Young niggas getting street money 'til they lock me
I got a white girl with a big back, she talks cockney
They see the kid, and they skate out it's not hockey
Keep the dots in the gym bag, true, it's stocky
Fuck them, I don't know them, they ain't one hunna
In my German car, drop a big pack on my young gunner
In the trap, I make mad stacks off one number
When you're at the pot, you can lose it all off of one fuck up