(Intro)
-spend a bag on some trues, just to make me glad
I be acting cool, i might still attack
I might act a fool, i ain't having none of that
(Verse)
Boy you is a fan you be riding dick
I be steppin on his face, i be makin him-
I was searching for that bread, down bad sellin shit
I can't fuck with these n***as if i do not benefit
Making money moves got these n***as mad Spend a bag on some trues, just to make me glad
I be acting cool, i might still attack
I might act a fool, i ain't having none of that
If i tell him shoot, then my broski never lack
If i juug u once, know you'll never get it back Imma keep on stackin on they ass
Imma keep blasting and thesе bullets finna leave you in thе past
I got bags, i might go and pop a tag
And i'm always with the gang imma rep my flag
Back in highschool i ain't never go to fucking class
Know that we up next im staring at the hourglass
(Verse)
Boy you is a fan you be riding dick
I be steppin on his face, i be makin him submit
I was searching for that bread, down bad sellin shit
I can't fuck with these n***as if i do not benefit
Making money moves got these n***as mad Spend a bag on some trues, just to make me glad
I be acting cool, i might still attack
I might act a fool, i ain't having none of that
If i tell him shoot, then my broski never lack
If i juug u once, know you'll never get it back Imma keep on stackin on they ass
Imma keep blasting and these bullets finna leave you in the past
I got bags, i might go and pop a tag
And i'm always with the gang imma rep my flag
Back in highschool i ain't never go to fucking class
Know that we up next im staring at the hourglass