Tekst piosenki
I said shit got real we was cranking to the max
Green dutches big shots
Still bleeding from the tats
You the hottest for never being hot on a map`
Gutta trill real my nigga I’m all that
Test his girl down
Then let her pinch the sack
Told her upfront
Baby girl bring it back
Loops in the law
I’ll never owe em jack
They hate lat
Legendary rap
They A-Trak
I feed iPods str8 crack
Lifted off snape batch
Land dust off and floor him with the mat
This guy jordan fly wit no reason why
You just throw the rock my nigga
Watch me get the YAC
Fuck the mall
My tailor such a bad bitch
Carmel brown skin
Cooking with a young hitch
His talent perfected with blunt hits
Cut constipation
Out his mouth classic shit
Look at what you bastards did
Hook: Fuck Feelings
Im just down to make this music
Plenty Liquor
Lots of Liquor
Really got me cruising(x2)
Verse 2:
Im just lost in her voice
It circles my mind
Never lost in her games
Thats a waste of a time
Just give me honest
Silence worse than a lie
Found you worth of a try
Now u deserting this guy
With no reasons why
Im spilling my guts
Stuffing a dutch
Its mo pain in my puff
Tell these fuckers enough
I been came with bars
Kissed Angels & Stars
Just the seat of a czar
The aim is so far
Pro-gress I obsess
Nothing less to accept
Nigga cut the check
Big moves getting made
From all these little steps
Big booties getting oiled
Sheets catching sweat
Never mind my intentions
I just hope you listen
As I multiply my worth
And duck division
Ball crystal
So you see the vision
Know I hit the street
Skip the kitchen
Chasing all my wishes
Hook
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