ya like wassup
[Intro]
(That's way too much money)
[Verse]
I just got new gun, all my n***as on the run (Barloss, hell no)
She gon' suck this dick, will not stop
Every time I come around I'm a real ass demon
[?] the Saint Laurent
Too many, too many, too many, out of them bitches, I can't even choose one
Put Rick O' and Julius all on my denim, you know that now I'ma go pop it
Yeah, fuck, back it out, uh, uh, yeah, back it up, uh, ah
She wanna suck me up, suck me up, suck me up, I'm like, "Oh-oh my God"
Yeah, like what's up?
Vamp, like what's up?
I just feel [?]
Anything I want, I cop it
Hey, hey, hey
I mix [?] designer every day
I'm with yo' bitch, she better stay and I'm like, "No way"
I was in the back, see that shit and that bih give me face, uh, uh
Sippin' on Wockhardt
Yeah, this life shit up on the table, but that shit won't stop us, yeah
Lil' bitch actin' too crazy, I gotta go lock out
Yeah, when I'm in there, yeah, you know I got them racks out
I wanna know
Just like what you wanted
You gotta show
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote, oh-oh
Murder she wrote
I got the bag
It's in my pants, toot it up
Back, I been so sad, fuck it though
She wanna suck my dick, I'm like, "Okay," yeah
I just did a couple pairs
Lame n***as can't compare
Locked up, evil lair
Wonder why we so rare?
I got diamonds in my nose and a ring in my ear
That bitch is for the scene, yeah, I gotta kick her out
I ain't tryna be mean, lil' bitch, you not my type
Swear to God that bitch a GOAT every time she give up that top
N***as sad, on the internet talkin' 'bout bread they ain't got
Chyeah, yeah-yeah, chyeah
You ain't got that shit, lil' bitch, yeah-yeah
Chyeah, chyeah, you ain't had this shit, uh, uh, yeah-yeah-yeah
(That's way too much money)
[Verse]
I just got new gun, all my n***as on the run (Barloss, hell no)
She gon' suck this dick, will not stop
Every time I come around I'm a real ass demon
[?] the Saint Laurent
Too many, too many, too many, out of them bitches, I can't even choose one
Put Rick O' and Julius all on my denim, you know that now I'ma go pop it
Yeah, fuck, back it out, uh, uh, yeah, back it up, uh, ah
She wanna suck me up, suck me up, suck me up, I'm like, "Oh-oh my God"
Yeah, like what's up?
Vamp, like what's up?
I just feel [?]
Anything I want, I cop it
Hey, hey, hey
I mix [?] designer every day
I'm with yo' bitch, she better stay and I'm like, "No way"
I was in the back, see that shit and that bih give me face, uh, uh
Sippin' on Wockhardt
Yeah, this life shit up on the table, but that shit won't stop us, yeah
Lil' bitch actin' too crazy, I gotta go lock out
Yeah, when I'm in there, yeah, you know I got them racks out
I wanna know
Just like what you wanted
You gotta show
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote, oh-oh
Murder she wrote
I got the bag
It's in my pants, toot it up
Back, I been so sad, fuck it though
She wanna suck my dick, I'm like, "Okay," yeah
I just did a couple pairs
Lame n***as can't compare
Locked up, evil lair
Wonder why we so rare?
I got diamonds in my nose and a ring in my ear
That bitch is for the scene, yeah, I gotta kick her out
I ain't tryna be mean, lil' bitch, you not my type
Swear to God that bitch a GOAT every time she give up that top
N***as sad, on the internet talkin' 'bout bread they ain't got
Chyeah, yeah-yeah, chyeah
You ain't got that shit, lil' bitch, yeah-yeah
Chyeah, chyeah, you ain't had this shit, uh, uh, yeah-yeah-yeah