Aye, yea
Aye Slatt
Huh
Im popping I'm dripping so hard
I hop in the whip with the stars
I be floating i'm going on mars
All this ice on my neck cost a car
You don't want no smoke no war
You say you a shooter you fraud
I shoot it go through your car
That .223 AR
Bring smoke like wood cigars
In the hood it really get hard
My slime just caught him a charge
At night i jugg in the dark
On the west i meet with the plug
I need me a hundred that's all
I be making them plays like paul
Ima score just give me the ball
That's your hoe she sucking my balls
Ima f*ck then probably won't call
Count a lot I'm stacking it tall
On the top and not gonna fall
Say you miss me you don't even call
And you don't even pick up the phone
So you know what just leave me alone
Yea you know my shirt vlone
I be trapping but not at my home
When I'm gone just play this song
Just vibe and smoke to this song
Jpay she f*cking me long
I just poured a 4 in the sprite yeah you know i'm sipping that wock
I gucci i ain't wearing no crocs
Ima boss i live at the top
In the loft she giving me top
I just brought me a whip off the lot
Shoot a movie like Vivica Fox
Set it off i shoot at the opps
Man i need me some racks by the night
Count a hundred i ball like mike
I got ones my shoes off-white
Yeah, Aye
I really be serving o's in the trap
Count up the backend from the rap
I'm really having shit i don't cap
Dolce Gabbana all on my tag
I put a stendo on the mac