歌词
Yea yea
Bitch I know I'm hot, like a rock, cult following
Selling grams and smoking blunts behind the local Jolly Greens
Molly fiend, so much green, they don't even know the scene
I'm working on a new track, call it Flowers and Nicotine
Pop like rocks, fuck yo crocs
Fuck around, make make my shit go Pop
Out of sight, you ain't right
Hit it twice, the bitch ain't tight
Talk yo shit, I might fight
Hit yo eye and lose yo sight
Hit my dance, expensive pants
I used to be broke but now I'm in France
Had an opportunity, yes I took the chance
Like Paul Glantz, I made a lot of money, and it's funny
I got a lot of hoes but no honey
Bro you dummy, if you really think I'm quitting then you tripping
I ain't thrown up no C's I ain't cripping
I kick a girlie out cause she bitching
I got a lot of guns, yea I'm clicking
Got the heat up in my hands, boy I'm gripping
I be trappin, but I'm white like the Clintons
If you don't like my music then don't listen
We do a lot of shit, but I ain't snitching
Hoes be triching