Promo Video (MV)

Yea Aye (Aye) Ap (Shittin me) Yrb (Serious Man) Gmg
(Shit really light) Let me talk to em (Just gotta put the work in) Get wit me
We ain't stopping at the light we on Go Go, Way my wrist hold the ice Issa snow cone
Shorty F*ckin for attention PROMO (HOE) I be spinning thru the trenches DOLO
Double Cs on my feet off the Double Cs
Made her drown off the Drip she in Love with me
She ain't suckin get the dial tone dial tone
(BRR) I be trapping like I'm capo Capone
Tote Gunz like RAMBO, Load the Choppa with the Ammo
Miri on Amiri I don't got no other damn Clothes
Boss up, I just took Myself up out the Bando
Trap spot, Got me reminiscing bout the old days
Sit back, Count packs watch em blow away
I ain't going tik for tak wit no Throw away
She gone suck the spirit out take the soul away
Bitch we came to air it out, So ain't no one safe
To this getting money sht I ain't no stranger
(Ap) F*ck ya bitch one time then I won't save her
I ain't f*cking no more thots that ain't no brainer
Shorty giving up the top oh no that's danger
Strapped up red jag that's the Red Ranger
Ass Fat from the back got the bed banging
Count up, in my pocket I got Dead Franklins
Yea Hopping out the wraith got the Sled Racing
Two Tone I just bust down the Patek, Bad bitch like Megan she a savage
Way the pussy get popped she a addict, Way the pussy get popped she a addict
Gang gang that's the sht that I die for, Gmg Yrb that's what I ride for
Shorty riding on the dick tell her ride Slow, Ima young rich boss what would I lie for
We ain't stopping at the light we on Go Go, Way my wrist hold the ice Issa snow cone
Shorty F*ckin for attention PROMO (HOE) I be spinning thru the trenches DOLO
Double Cs on my feet off the Double Cs
Made her drown off the Drip she in Love with me
She ain't suckin get the dial tone dial tone (BRR) I be trapping like I'm capo Capone
Tote Gunz like RAMBO, Load the Choppa with the Ammo
Miri on Amiri I don't got no other damn Clothes
Boss up, I just took Myself up out the Bando
Trap spot, Got me reminiscing bout the old days
Sit back, Count packs watch em blow away
I ain't going tik for tak wit no Throw away
She gone suck the spirit out take the soul away
Bitch we came to air it out, So ain't no one safe
Aye
Ain't no one safe round here man
Ap get with me tap the f*ck in you shittin me Han Global