Tekst piosenki
Hit the Steam roller
Versace controller
Got blow in the bag
Like I need to throw up
Oh that’s your girl
I heard that y’all broke up
She strip and play & poker
Fuck up your party
It’s supposed to get tore up
Counting dough up
I’m bout to blow up
Running the trap
I’m not whipping the soda
I be smoking that loud
You be smelling the odor
Not 21
But I’m telling her pour up
Up in the club
Fucking it up
Go head and do you
Get drunk as you want
I got something prove
And nothing lose
So I’m showing you up
Im always getting spotted like a lazer on me
Board shorts with a blazer on me
Niggas hating on me
Bitches waiting on me
Making this paper , So I’m Caking homie
Fuck how you feel about it
Or what you think about it
My bitch exotic
I switch the drivers
On different islands
My bitch designer
Straight 69er
It’s a different genre
I’m the headliner
Niggas rushing shit
Like Svetlana
Drink fine china
In the path finder
Riding these tracks like an AMtrack
If you wanna meet the best I am that
I wish I could tuck I could with these niggas but they can’t rap
And honestly I can’t stand that
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