Go, is y’all havin’, n***a?
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
N***a, I came from Nanny, that’s why all my jewelry bust
I ain’t have no money, that’s why I bought my pocket store
The loudest one in the room, the main one, they ain’t talkin’ bout nothin’
Me inside boy, I hear comin’
Gotta Popo, n***a, the
I been in just cookin’ soul
got a Ziploc granted, but ain’t for you
I went shoes with her church, she said, baby, smooth
please don’t me hot, I’m chillin’, I’m a dude
run on like sweet, shoes
cause I be think yappin’,
Clean up like butler, my son Jimmy
You the in I’m the do
back get in her move
Back-to-back, out Balenciage tennis
I’m fallin’ in a swimming
funny cool
Huh? your noose
he tryin’ take juice
had B-roll me, this **** been since school
I don’t it, I that n***a
y’all from holdin’ six figures
Hundred the
feet much on smell granite biscuits
I’m home, it I’m
only difference, in the your
that ass
I’m I feel like Tyrone
a 32, I just served a
Everybody no saint, n***a, she like me more you
do the **** can’t
You the headcat does the
flock rocks, goin’ hard the
opps on Facebook, see in
script, then pulled with a paint
You tryin’ your up, my scammin’ partner a
tryin’ to smoke on some candy, n***a, pull cop
on earth, hit this Drake, make it
a, and a
We don’t 12 John, Brady
without my that free at
ain’t the hood, this ass ain’t had candy lately
I been I guess n****s havin’ candy
can’t one up me, boy, I some
Yeah, how I by
Huh, for for couple
by a pier and a deers
inside garage, with ******’ bass
throw in my ***** somehow
Fans been there make down
gotta take care of kids, to all that
I say, that’s
me I
And I bad boy her
the grassy earth, I hit this Drake, it make quake
You this a, come here, and make baby
We don’t **** with 12 it’s Travis, Tom, Brady
my that like cups at the candy
from hood, this ass ain’t even had
gettin’ new ain’t havin’ candy
***** Can’t up me, I some Stanley
Yeah, how know you I stayed lady