Im ridin’ with all that money must be why I keep a stick My shoes forever tied so you know I can never trip L462 Spark up spark up
Blind to all that fuck shit must be why I keep a stick My shoes forever tied so you know I can never trip Ranch ‘cuz I be dressing straight designer, bitch I drip Crop him out the picture with this cannon on my hip
And this cannon got a red dot Pay for headshots Cut his dreadlocks Hope he got his ID, ‘cuz his ass might get his head popped Better not, got a bread knot from that med drop Young but I be trappin’ to them fiends who need them meds popped
Got no regrets so watch how you step, fuck ’round and get stepped on And them boys watch up on me ‘cuz they know I got this tec on me And I hang ’round some savages who walk like they got vests on Put titties on a Glock and shoot this bitch until yo neck gone Gucci shoes look like a lick when I was running from 12 My past been catchin’ up I hope I don’t end up in that cell Y’all only focus on my wrongs but I’ve been tryna prevail It’s always fuck ’em that’s forever let my die when I fell
Blind to all that fuck shit must be why I keep a stick My shoes forever tied so you know I can never trip Ranch ‘cuz I be dressing straight designer, bitch I drip Crop him out the picture with this cannon on my hip
And this cannon got a red dot Pay for headshots Cut his dreadlocks Hope he got his ID, ‘cuz his ass might get his head popped Better not, got a bread knot from that med drop Young but I be trappin’ to them fiends who need them meds popped
I got this cannon on my hip and im gon’ blow [?] Hoes they got to packin’, you know he bringing me pesos Invested in the trap but I still rock, that’s just to lay low (aye, aye) Mix drugs with faygo ‘Cuz I still be livin’ fast and hittin’ licks and kicking doors Bitches hit my phone when I got cheese man I be mixin’ hoes And I got designer Gucci, Prada I be mixin’ clothes 50s and them 20s and them blue strips I be mixin’ doughs
Blind to all that fuck shit must be why I keep a stick My shoes forever tied so you know I can never trip Ranch ‘cuz I be dressing straight designer, bitch I drip Crop him out the picture with this cannon on my hip
And this cannon got a red dot Pay for headshots Cut his dreadlocks Hope he got his ID, ‘cuz his ass might get his head popped Better not, got a bread knot from that med drop Young but I be trappin’ to those fiends who need them meds popped
Young but I be trappin to those fiends who need them meds popped