We coming from broken homes.
My niggas still smoking cones.
And bitches know it, all the songs.
They rollin' these frozen stones.
And we be choppin' all them phones like BP.
And she ain't never phone at home like ET.
And I be in the coldest zones.
I fuck her with a Rolex on.
Yeah, the price too low.
We ain't putting up to that show.
I'm reppin' for the O, the CEO.
And I got the shoes on gold.
I made it out of money I ain't seen before.
Paying out the Lord, trying to be.
It's a.m.
I might create some more.
Black little bitch, you gon' freak some more.
Yeah.
The bomb made a place for me.
I'm running to the money impatiently in a room full of niggas.
because you were hate to me.
All I ever did is wait patiently, but I was never getting that done
It's trapped on the body like dungarees.
She wanted for the kid to make love with me.
It's all still lit.
And you know the drone's still lit Ayy, you smoking one spliff, I'm smoking one zip I tell them niggas, get it how you live
You looking at your wrist and you ain't go crib.
I tell them niggas gay how you live.
We buying more bricks.
We buyin' more sticks, they told me I should get how I live We comin' from broken homes My niggas still smokin' cones
A bitch know it all, the songs The rollie need frozen stones And we be choppin' all them phones like BT And she ain't never fallin' home like
E.T.
and I be in the coldest songs.
I'm fucking with a Rolex song.
Brown sugar.
I was just rolling stones.
Heron pressed a long black coat, yeah Heroin in my pores, yeah I was in a old black cab with a
Be sure to ask if this is fake taxi.
Need to take this kilo home.
Nokia on my phone.
I still stress got a broken door, but a thing just to match my clothes.
No face.
No kiss, straight A's, swim with the Rolex on.
Lift her, hit her with her ass on deck.
No risk, go billy with smooths.
No pre-cut or osteo-cools Broken homes and it wasn't my fault Got some bags in the bag and I'm home
There's some dude from Swiss on my coat This ain't no joke, joke of my own Cop me a house on the road, I'm real and it's all in my bone
Broken homes but I didn't fold I got me some cash and it doesn't fold I smoke me a zip, I sign up from the world, yeah
We coming from broken homes.
My niggas still smoking cones.
I bet you know it, all the songs.
We rollin' these frozen stones And we be choppin' all them foes like BT And she ain't never fallin' home like
E.T.
and I be in the cold in songs.
I fuck up with the Rolex song.
I fuck up with the Rolex song.
Yeah, I fucking tell all of my songs.
Yeah, I put a chandelier in my home.
Yeah, I hop in on a linear and I'm gone.
I'm gone.
I fuck it like a dog need a bone.
My 30-point truck is all road.
I spent on clothes.
That's your week.
I did a video for Vogue.
I sit around, I been off the porch.
I been off the porch.
My ass fat and the hair real long.
Hair real long.
So these niggas ain't smoking on art.
I'm not going for a night.
Get in my zone.
Get in my zone.
In the kitchen, have to cook it with a fork.
With a fork.
Life change, now my car is a Porsche.
And that nigga drippin' harder than your boy.
You know me niggas have a party with your heart.
Hit the club and pop a bottle with your boy.
We get money, gotta let the bitchy know.
Pin the picture, gotta art.
And my yeah with the top of the car.
Wanna start so I ice at the start But the cost we don't live by the law Be a bitch hoppin' rich with a sock
You lil' niggas don't know what I saw We comin' from broken homes My niggas still smokin' cones
And bitches know it all, the songs.
The rolling knee frozen stones.
And we be chopping all them phones like BT.
And she ain't never phoning home like.
E.T.
and I be in the cold in songs.
I fuck it with a Rolex on.
