Rollin up grams by the 4 , before you even
Know it boy ya girl on go
I ain’t popped out fly in a rose (yet)
Made yo b*tch fly out of her clothes (jet)
And this wood kickin , Tokyo
Young n*gga whippin , no stove
I was starving came to you , no bowls
Same sh*t imma be on
We been dem n*ggas , we settin trends
And you n*ggas beginners
f*ckin wit strippers , give corner store n*gga a single wit glitter , back when I smoked swishers , a simpler n*gga
Blunts done got bigger
This money loud and it don’t speak broke n*gga
Bag done got bigger
So I can’t be round no broke n*ggas
My n*ggas be focused on skrilla
Pass yo b*tch and we fold her manilla
Flash zippers , we jack it , no Thriller
Ain’t millions , I can’t do no deala
Rollin up more than armadillos
Treat any beat like it’s my dinner
I’m trappin out cribs wit broke windows
But I’m f*ckin vanillas in villas
Ayeee wait she givin me brain
My soul just flew outta my waist
Aye wait dank , damn this sh*t stank
I’m outer space , I think my sh*t laced
Ayeee wait you can’t get a plate
But
You can get the f*ck out my face
Buds on my tongue leave a gross taste
(uhh) they shoulda left you off yo tape skud
Pour 8 in a liter that’s straight mud
Ain’t no features if you can’t pay none
I’m gettin to dem digits no fingers
b*tch mad cuz she didn’t get a ringer
Gas so loud its singing
Roll a backwood fat as a tree stump
Threw a lil EP in rotation , too impatient for my tape to come