Ready?
Peace.
Peace.
Peace.
Money on my mind and the chest.
Check it.
But I still ain't lonely.
The four, five.
My homie told me he gon' try to ride this evening
gone.
Flossing in the world of
So sick, I'm thinking about my earners.
Yeah, oh yeah, by the way, Texas West.
We'll be right back.
I'm in the suicide drop the rhythm
That's right.
