[Stunna 4 Vegas]
Blatt (Damn, MyBaad)
Blatt, blatt, blatt (I'ma do it like that, YB)
(Hollo)
(Ayy, Hollo, turn me up)
[YRB TEZZ & Stunna 4 Vegas]
I just put a bitch on the plane with a truckload
Her name got flags, so I put her on the road (Huh?)
If I put my face on the deep, you know that shit soaked (Let's go)
I just poured a four, I don't think I can catch some cold (Uh)
Bankroll so big, shit can't fold (Can't)
Um, won't tell 'em folks nothin', I can't fold (On God)
Uh-huh, we turn up his block with spraycos (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
And take over you trap like Bankroll
Uh, five lines in and I'm tryna pour eight more
Fuck nigga can't tell me where I can't go (Go)
Sice fifteen I had a bankroll
[Stunna 4 Vegas & YRB TEZZ]
I had clips for this potato (Come on)
Me and Slime takin' trips back-to-back to the max (Brrt), we have a meetin' with Diego (Shh)
Uh, we havin' guns by the caseload (Boom, boom, boom)
We got to walk with the barcode (Wock')
Huh, hе sippin' green, he a weirdo (Huh)
Um, and I'm sippin' Wocky, a red rosе (Wock', Wock')
Know I drop that clear in a Faygo
Taliban bust shit, then go lay low (Get 'em outta there)
Get a nigga ass touched like PlayDoh
Uh, park a big whip with this Draco
We no hospital shit like Ksoo (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Havin' this shit, give a fuck if the bank hold
Half of them niggas be showin' them switches ain't blowin' them bitches to go fed (Goofy)
If you get locked up, how you gon' play it? (Rookie)
Niggas ain't havin' no hats, that's what Coke said (What up?)
He was hidin' inside, now his bro dead (Bitch)
I got a nigga ass touched, I ain't use my hand (Grrt)
You know YRB step like a marchin' band (Look)
You know Ginger tryna spin like he seen a fan (Yeah)
I was eighteen when I seen a hundred bands (Racks)
I run off on the plug like that Ginger Bread (Ha)
Nigga, you a worker, bitch, you a middleman
I'm a real-deal slime, I never show my hand (Nah)
[Stunna 4 Vegas & YRB TEZZ]
Bend through a hundred ten times, I'm damn near a millionaire (Racks)
Send a lo' and I bet we'll get it there (Uh-huh)
But my opps pussy, they don't wanna take it there
These fuck niggas jab, they know we ain't playin' far
Put this bitch in the air with a hundred packs
My opps pussy, they hate with a hundred racks (Racks)
I'm tryna step on niggas like a doormat (Come on)
I'm tryna roll a opp in a throwback
Uh, I tote big boy fire, no compact (Boom, boom, boom)
Turn up your bity, they beg me to come back (Gang)
Switch on the Glizzy, I'm ready for comeback (Gang)
Keep two guns like I'm a Rolex
Pull on her bone, she ain't have no track (Track)
Got a curb on my thumb, I'm countin' more racks (Racks)
Bitch brought her friend, I'm sendin' more packs
Gave me head in the car, she ain't rode in no Corvette
Bitch ate up the dick like I was important (Uh-huh)
Take off on the plug, I left him upset (Uh-huh)
I'm sippin' Qua, I don't want no Tris
I send 'em shots, I won't send no diss (Fuck you thought?)
Paroles2Chansons dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)
