Aye, aye They think that we won’t be shit So we gonna pull up in some fast whips
Yeah, they think that we won’t be shit So we gonna pull up in some fast whips Pretty pack now I’m lifted Yeah we smoking rocket ships
And my gang gothic But we got Gucci in our closets Weird boy ballin’ Yeah, I feel like Dennis Rodman And if you hatin’ you ain’t with the shits I know I ain’t no lyricist But bitch get over it I know that you feelin’ this Yeah, they tryna stop me I’m getting bucks like Milwaukee 2 coffee cups but no coffee She ask me if I’ma die I said prolly
Yeah, they think that we won’t be shit So we gonna pull up in some fast whips Pretty pack now I’m lifted Yeah we smoking rocket ships
Cut my veins watch me bleed Drugs ain’t a want, that’s a need Try to fucking tell them Bitch I’m just flossing Yeah, I got the flavor Could fuck your bitch now or later Flexed up on a hater Pull up in a blazer