作词 : Akeem Joseph/Marlon Fung
作曲 : Ronald Spence Jr.
Stuff a 2'2 in my shoe
My ****** out here never lack
Watching hulu with your ***** with me she kick back and relax
I smoke **** she do the smack
Ronny J produced the track
***** all about my karma
You do action we react
I bet these ****** ***** tell them watch they mouth
I send them ****** to your crib like **** your couch
These *****es ****ing for the fame and for the clout
That's why we steady stacking like we in the drought
I-N-D-I-G-O set, We to jungle **** the feds
Take your shot and try your best we aim at headsya **** yo vests
Texas hold'em by the neck, we don't lose, now place your bets
**** you fools, and **** yourselves
We break rules, don't follow steps
I get my dicks, they gone let them know
Don't test the bros
****in' paper looking minimal, we getting more
**** talk like they gone see me though, they layin low
Bet my nigga let that semi go, now hit the flow
GODAMN
These niggas shooting in my city
Gotta keep that thang up in me
Even cops is ****ing with it GODAMN
I keep a couple bitches wit me
I don't hang around wit niggas
Unless they getting money wit me
Yeah we started from the back
Now we tour around the map
Pull up on a nigga, Bet he gone get left right where he at
Now it's 350 a sack
I blow dicks til I collapse
Every night I say I quit
But every morning I relapse
Blue handkerchief nigga Gangland
All my niggas know its gang bang
AK he be on the same thing
Took some psychedelics know my brain changed
Young Rebellin money on my melon, **** we never managed now they see it
Took a panties when we see them, in designer every season
Tooking on the finest sally, but you find a bad bitches ride them all year
Feel like perfect timing, homie get enlightened cause the truth inside you aww yeah
No new friends just investors
Had to lose lose the stress bring the pressure
Get a little pressures in pressures
But im the ****ing best, my confession
When the nine sprays, hold it sideways
Showing no face, can't arrest us
So theres no case, had to change ways
Find the lightwaves like tesla
Throw the pen down like a wrestler
I collect the cheese mozzarella
The scripture says I'm illa
Your frequencies ****ed bitch
I hit she screaming falsetto
AK she love in the middle
Only way you niggas trap is the Mental
Boy you local and my game continental
Told you once we don't play that my nigga
Pay you twice we put a grave on that nigga
Crypt reserver got your name on it
Swerving and took her brain up off her
GODAMN
These niggas shooting in my city
Gotta keep that thang up in me
Even cops is ****ing with it GODAMN
I keep a couple bitches wit me
I don't hang around wit niggas
Unless they getting money wit me
Yeah we started from the back
Now we tour around the map
Pull up on a nigga, Bet he gone get left right where he at
Now it's 350 a sack
I blow dicks til I collapse
Every night I say I quit
But every morning I relapse