White tee and some ripped jeans
Put some shine by any means
Got that bus down
When she buss down
Big whips when we round town
Hit gas no round town
Shelby when we out there
And shells fly we out there
Big drip that's a big whip
Yh that's hella round for hell about
Bro got that 224
With that mis match
When we hit that
Never miss that
No Click clack
That bigs rack
Not with shit no fibery
Leave a yute with a scar like Ribery
All bout my money
Got money on mind
Don't bring me no honey
Got bros finna ride
Out on my wave
Man Got my own tide
Ordered a Glock it came a side
Bros got my back
Ain't nothing to worry
Out with the white
They filled up the lorry
Call me a monster
Not tatted with Inc
Young's Gs just stepped in the ring
Passing that share like a tax to the king
Tracing the shells for corn we done fling
Crown on my head
Tears we don't shed
Came with a wad
He Left with the red
Not in the gang
Unless we on bag
Out with my bros
Cash we got loads
Not on the roads
But we got the doughs
Not on the roads
But we got the doughs
We are tryna make it out
They wanna keep us down
I wanna shot it off
They wanna shot at us
White tee and some ripped jeans
Put some shine by any means
Got that bus down
When she buss down
Big whips when we round town
Hit gas no round town
Shelby when we out there
And shells fly we out there
Big drip thats a big whip
Yh that's hella round for hell about
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White tee and some ripped jeans
Put some shine by any means
Got that bus down
When she buss down
Big whips when we round town
Hit gas no round town
Shelby when we out there
And shells fly we out there
Big drip that's a big whip
Yh that's hella round for hell about
Bro got that 224
With that mis match
When we hit that
Never miss that
No Click clack
That bigs rack
Not with shit no fibery
Leave a yute with a scar like Ribery
All bout my money
Got money on mind
Don't bring me no honey
Got bros finna ride
Out on my wave
Man Got my own tide
Ordered a Glock it came a side
Bros got my back
Ain't nothing to worry
Out with the white
They filled up the lorry
Call me a monster
Not tatted with Inc
Young's Gs just stepped in the ring
Passing that share like a tax to the king
Tracing the shells for corn we done fling
Crown on my head
Tears we don't shed
Came with a wad
He Left with the red
Not in the gang
Unless we on bag
Out with my bros
Cash we got loads
Not on the roads
But we got the doughs
Not on the roads
But we got the doughs
We are tryna make it out
They wanna keep us down
I wanna shot it off
They wanna shot at us
White tee and some ripped jeans
Put some shine by any means
Got that bus down
When she buss down
Big whips when we round town
Hit gas no round town
Shelby when we out there
And shells fly we out there
Big drip thats a big whip
Yh that's hella round for hell about
Put some shine by any means
Got that bus down
When she buss down
Big whips when we round town
Hit gas no round town
Shelby when we out there
And shells fly we out there
Big drip that's a big whip
Yh that's hella round for hell about
Bro got that 224
With that mis match
When we hit that
Never miss that
No Click clack
That bigs rack
Not with shit no fibery
Leave a yute with a scar like Ribery
All bout my money
Got money on mind
Don't bring me no honey
Got bros finna ride
Out on my wave
Man Got my own tide
Ordered a Glock it came a side
Bros got my back
Ain't nothing to worry
Out with the white
They filled up the lorry
Call me a monster
Not tatted with Inc
Young's Gs just stepped in the ring
Passing that share like a tax to the king
Tracing the shells for corn we done fling
Crown on my head
Tears we don't shed
Came with a wad
He Left with the red
Not in the gang
Unless we on bag
Out with my bros
Cash we got loads
Not on the roads
But we got the doughs
Not on the roads
But we got the doughs
We are tryna make it out
They wanna keep us down
I wanna shot it off
They wanna shot at us
White tee and some ripped jeans
Put some shine by any means
Got that bus down
When she buss down
Big whips when we round town
Hit gas no round town
Shelby when we out there
And shells fly we out there
Big drip thats a big whip
Yh that's hella round for hell about
Writer: Geussh Dotz
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