[ Featuring VEZOBEANZ ]
You ain't got not pounds
I done smoked all your shake
I was getting sick
Talking bout rob and take
Told them business man
Out to eat
I payed for all they steaks
Busy hit the clock
Like they want all us late
I say down man
Just sit down
You ain't got no shot glass
I came from folks with more tasks
He hit me for the door mat
Kick that shit like goal man
I know I that i missed ya
But I'm six up
On ya own mans
In the sheets
Hold on wait
Gotta call from my big ups
Hold on wait everybody on my ringtone
Tell me it's fake
Bitch I'm bout to load up
And make that nigga block a waste
Brodie selling hollows
Lettem shake
Body
Fold like two egg with no girts on
Bacon bitch
A body he didnt say shit
He talk he get his face rip
I came out the house
Saw a car and got to drawing shit
