Coin base wise it's so f**g hard
To get in this damn app
My n**a like
I got me sending emails and
Text codes and shit
My n**a try na get high
What's in your blunt and spend some money
Man it wasn't your blunt some money
What's in your mother f**n' butt
Got my turn up cup jolly ratchets and sprite
And you already know what's in it
Got my paper plane rode I'm bout to take flight
And you already know what's in it
Got my gucci duffle bag when I hit the club
And you already know what'ssin
Got my draco on my side f**k a n**a up n**a up
And you already know what's in
B**h don't blow my high
Go ahead open wide wide
We ain't gotta put a car over no sir
You can suck it from the passenger side
Suck count bands up then we go lie lie
Getting cake but it ain't no surprise
Surprise they must up put crisco in my size
I b**h I'm fried
My young boys are slide shit looking like call of duty
Swell little homie on the kill street
He didn't wanna put a drum on the uzi
Act like you know what's going on
Maybe still I see that's a war zone
N**a should be out here getting this money instead
N**a stealing over homo
Damn bad bitches all on my g five
Every last one I'ma try
Cause I got game like p s five
Half a million sitting on my wrist
Color five marsha we lit
Pop me a perc with a b**h
She gon' play with my stick we gon' put it on
Twitch freaky ass
Got my turn up cup
Jolly ranches and sprite n**a and you already
Know what's in it
Got my paper plane rode
I'm about to take flight
And you already know what's in it
Got my gucci duffle bag
When I hit the club
When I hit the club
And you already know what's in it
Got my draco on my side
F**k a n**a up
F**k a n**a up
And you already know what's in it
