Lyrics
(Made by cardingfraud)
Tell you lately I been feeling myself
Tryna come through ima kill myself
(Yuh, aye) kill myself
I just pulled up to the function with my gang
Gas at rolled up with a blunt in the back
Put the gas in the back, where the backwoods they where I stay at
Woke up on my property, know I'll blow your ass back
I just got a bad bitch, no I need a better one
No i took like 20 guns, yeah I got a bigger one
Ima be the better one, ain't no different outcome
Roll up in a foreign whip, no keys outdone
Need a bad bitch (need a model)
Shawty wanna get back on that's my modеl
I told that bitch shut up and ride on that shit harder
No I keep a Smith & Wesson that shit bе my motto
I ain't even worried about it that shit tomorrow
Stacking all these chips my money 'bout to blow up
I just got a rocket from nasa I'm 'bouta blow up
I heard that they always hate before the glow up
I been on something else
I got a few bad bitches, it ain't good for my health
I sippin purp strong it ain't good for my health
Ain't nothing good for my health, I guess I'm going to hell
Cuz I been up, in the whip, doing 60 in a 20
That's a big fat ticket if the cops can even get me
I'm like what? Oh, they can't get me at all
I got the ones in the house bouta bounce off the walls
And then yo bitch coming over, she gon' give me a call
I got these icy diamonds on my wrist, got it all
Got a Burberry sweater, Burberry headband
Roll up on me in the Gucci jacket, k you a dead man
(Brr brr) Call the gang on you if you hatin'
Just be careful what you sayin, we ain't fuckin' with no fake shit
Put you in a situation (aye, aye)
We ain't fuckin' with no fake shit (nahh)