[Verse]
(I'm gon' put that boy on the frontline)
Yeah he ain't gang, no-no
The A-15 got vocals
Yeah, if he want a feat, a promo (Uh)
It's gonna be slow though
Yeah, he ridin' my dick, he a fag
He ain't gon' slide boy, get back
Walk in YSL blow a tag
He think we playing games 'til that Choppa go, blatt, blatt, blatt-blatt
Blowing her back, back, back, back-back
He think he top tier, but I passed that
She got a fat ass
We do drugs, fuck the fashion
Yeah my first plug name Gaston
We might just gas him
Yeah, move weight wit' no gloves
She sniff up du-dust
Chop him up like a rooster
Yeah I hate n***as, like Ku Klux
I got two hoes, I fuck one
Two guns, I shoot one
Smoking on Tooka
Ten bands for a new rug
My new bitch she cultured
Fell out of love, I had to grow up
Get on the choker
Yeah I need some more first
Snakes on a lofa
Lean on a coaster
Higher than a coaster
Don't fuck with no one
I don't want you to do that
I will never ever go back
I got my pint here, where my cup at?
I know this will damn pass
I get high like a damn cat
SRT, it's a Hellcat
I'm like damn where the percs at?
I am who he is tryna be
If you owe me, my pockets obese
Yeah, fly just like some geese
Yeah, I got the Glock, say cheese
Yeah, you don't wanna fuck with me
Money counter go, beep!
He want a verse, I'm charging a fee!
Brand new percs, it got C's!
Yeah, I'm ballin' on the real
Everybody wanna see
Smoking on gas, on the reef'
Shout-out OB
3-8-0 got knees
I seen that fake ass Jesus piece
I made it 'cause I earned it, Oh [?]
[Outro]
[Non-Lyrical Vocals]
Woah
Woah
Woa-
Ha-ha-ha
Ah-ha, ha, yeah
Ah-ah, ah
Hahaha