This shit gon' be crazy, Jack.
I ain't got time to lease no whip, I'm trying to go cash on the bins Me and Lamar got 41s, we rollin' boys, know that my twin Know our love is out at Glocks, it's choppin' shells and it's effin' We a-comin' Vajo State and we ain't doin' no checkin' in
Like a word, I'm on the side of your house crib.
Spend like on my kid.
All this new jewelry got me twicking.
Drop an eight and now I'm leaning.
What a perch, you know I'm fiending.
Hard cold like I'm anemic.
Bet you know that it's slick season.
Yeah, hit they lights.
It's guaranteed that I'ma leave them.
Know my is bust, so the numbers hard to read them.
Got some Fagos from the store.
I got a full.
I'm trying to bleach them.
Now I ain't doing no back and forth.
I need like for a feature.
Spent the night up at your bitch crib and her chichi let me beat em.
I just bust all on your bitch face cause my kids don't wanna see em.
They just mad I found my way and after all they really need them.
You know I hang with all the killers.
I just bought a double lock charm You know that me and Bing locked in
