You don’t know how it feel We expose the fake from the real All this cash man I don’t need the roads But I still stay out here for the thrill
Said she ain’t a hoe baby girl that’s cap But we let her roll cos she make it clap Team too real when the Feds ask question We don’t even know where we hid them waps
Don’t ask what happened All I know bout no comment Bag of these clowns in the comments When I see them in the flesh not on it This ting wanna fuck but my wap no diet If you won’t hold it stop tryin It bangs like pop but it’s not mans riding Bro you won’t ride stop lying
Even when they see T Wayne no weapon You should see their face expression When we was low no waps just cheffing Now we just shoot, David Beckham He spend a change he’s sweating Watch me stack up a mill still reppin Touch one of mine I’ll lose it Big a back out the mash and shoot it
Penthouse with a chocolate one T Wayne told me I love this one Anybody touch my ones Make a man buss my gun Fill up da ting let it fly an spark Pull up to the dance an buy out the bar She already know who we are Now your bae wanna try out the car
You don’t know how it feel We expose the fake from the real All this cash man I don’t need the roads But I still stay out here for the thrill Said she ain’t a hoe baby girl that’s cap But we let her roll cos she make it clap Team too real when the Feds ask question We don’t even know where we hid them waps
3×3 cause problems Gang move mad on the wing like Bronson All the Opp boys talk nonsense Got enough waps for a group that’s Options True say mans got fans me an bro Everyone clock mans boat 5 man deep in the T right now But the location unknown
I was straight of the wing then scheming Look for a Opp then chief him Them days I had no P’s in Licked off the food then dealing I don’t do online cussin My bedrins ride out big Russian Stunt on the block they’ll suck him Shank clutching back out then touch him
Turner the burner the spinner You don’t wanna get dropped like litter Mans got waps on the ends An bro left toys with a chocolate ting no Kinder Opp turnt singer, online hitter Did all the dirt for the gram an Twitter Got sweets in the ting make an Opp turn pack Now I rap all the opps turnt bitter
You don’t know how it feel We expose the fake from the real All dis cash man I don’t need the roads But I still stay out here for the thrill
Said she ain’t a hoe baby girl that’s cap But we let her roll cos she make it clap Team too real when the Feds ask question We don’t even know where we hid them waps