Keys to work, bro, we rockin
Y'all rollin
Feelin' do is quick, though
Come here real quick
Pink 50s in my LBY
I was hurtin, boys, and we smokin' inside
100 too fast, I had to be knockin
Your bitch ran through that bitch, got my collar
Bitch, yeah, that bitch ain't callin
She ain't callin' just to give me a squirt
When I get drunk, I'ma have somebody
I do what I have to get, bitch, get outta here
Might get a drink, but when I out, I want some
So my brother got problems, he cryin
And if it wasn't for me, be poppin' eight pills
But it cost one K, I'm not gettin' them chills
Better miss my chest, that's why I'm not gettin' them chills
Come here, I'm ready
If I pull up with that fly, you gon' get scared
That's for the niggas, bitch, since that life ain't fair
You don't gotta stare
You don't gotta stare, my boy
Come get back in
All right, let's go
Holdin' a Drake like I'm from Toronto
Y'all niggas broke, smokin' on that Franco
Jerk way, I be in it like you Monzo
Y'all niggas dirty, playin' in the snow
So I don't wanna up, never goin' broke
I put it on eight, yeah, that's on them bros
Yeah, that's on them bros
All right, I'm ready, come back in
Sorry so hard, she breakin' up parties
Sorry, bitch, she never get out of my car
F*cked her so good, f*cked her in the dark
Nigga, we bled, we don't do no sparks
Got like eight packs up in that jar
He burnin' me a dime, and he shootin' fire
Asked if a nigga would throw out them cars
F*ckin' that bitch, she come down to see
Hit the driver, got blood on the seat
Stay out that booth, you is not me
Markin' the checks, nobody gon' flee
All I hear, you talkin' bout that green
But you don't make none, so nigga, what you mean
These niggas talkin' bout my bitch mean
Bitch, nigga, that's how she supposed to be
Feds in the city, I'm fleein' the scene
Yeah, they strike hard, I'ma call a scene
Yeah, I'ma call a scene
Yeah, I'ma call a scene
Yeah, I'ma call a scene
Yeah, I'ma call a scene