Chorus:
I got all this guap
I dont know what to do
I let them off
Im feel like buying me some shoes
I can't cuff no thot
I know these hoes be choosing
I keep one on top
Encase the acting foolish
Verse 1:
Coming with these racks
I do it all day
f*ck boy We got drakes
Shoot a n*gga out if he want some smoke wit me
Pull up in the south b*tch 1D
Smoking dead ops
Real damn things
Put my b*tch in loui V
Now my T has a print
I be on them beans f*ck a rarry cheap
Dirty in my cup
Why the f*ck yo sh*t so clean
.30 in my gun, knock a n*gga to his knees
Drakeo that's my daughter
Keep that blinky on the seat
Send my b*tch to pharmacy, i got pints in my lean
Chorus:
I got all this guap
I dont know what to do
I let them off
Im feel like buying me some shoes
I can't cuff no thot
I know these hoes be choosing
I keep one on top
Encase the acting foolish
Verse 2:
Im pouring up the trout (Mud)
And i can't pull the door
Its goin' bubble watch
Drop a xanny in a xan
Peter watch, Than i nutted on my tool
I dont f*cking box, I got shooter out the zoo
I been banging bobs, My b*tch find out it goin' be duke
Pecker punch, Knock a n*gga out his shoe
40 f*cker pumps
Sliding, i be shooting out the roof
I keep perky floss
I got hopes and brews
My drug go out the ball
I been f*cking wit the Cubans