Lyrics
Pack a zip I'm bussin
Get them yoppers by the dozen
Just let me hit get a nut I promise you it's nothing
These niggas tweaking and seeking for a little discussion
Meanwhile I'm waiting on the plug he finna bring me something
Why do niggas keep speaking
I came from the bottom the dope it be reeking
Got too many problems to chill on the weekend
These bitches they bussin and coming from Pekin
Just came for the switch up
Put dope in your lungs then get up
And You know good funds came with us
A we shoot real guns bang with us
Keep the whole gang we stack up
Ion need to call no back up
Switching the lanes when I start to go faster
Coming from pain lemme talk to the pastor
Aye
Man I don't get it how you shoot and leave a witness
And now you locked up prolly wishing that you didn't
Man y'all n stupid a f
Man that shit ain't right
Dropped 2 yops and now a nigga tweaking finna take a flight
This hoe said she really wanna meet me better take a hike
Then she told me that I'm money greedy then I said you right
I don't care what you about to say because I'm very high
And I'm about to count my bread up because you know I
Smoke my dope and I'm facing
Fast car bitch we racing
Grab more dope from the top of the mason
I got plenty
Henny
You can taste it
Maybe I came for the boat
Bitches be bussin and giving the throat
I only want money and money the most
Got 100's and 50's I love em the most
Smoke dope and turn Jamaican
He ain't bussin bitch he faking
Phoney niggas yeah I hate it
Gotta fronto and I'm facing