歌词
Spin round hula hoop
Me and homie take your loot
I don't owe no favours
So i won't see you later
If it ain't bout paper
Then i don't really care
We can take this anywhere
Life ain't never fair
One day you'll be breathing
Then your dead
I'm like oh dear
Suicide no joke
Smoke it till I choke
Holding back some tears
Too much percs i'm gonna float
Man rip tyrone these
Drugs gone take my soul
He ain't really with it
Bro i know you is gone fold
I know you is gone fold
I know that you told
Man this life shit getting old
This life shit getting old
Only seventeen bitch
I'm rolling off a bean
And i'm flexing with my team
And i'm steady moving green
What you want
I know i got that plug
I know you want them shrooms
Hit my line quick
Click clack and you'll die bitch
Bullets aiming straight at yo eye lids
No i ain't scared of dying
But i wanna die rich
I wanna have my own fucking private island
Brodie got the stick
He's moving like a grandpa
He likes his old woman
Know he want a grandma
We conversate bout money
So you know they need a hearing aid
Running straight to the pay
Even if it's in the rain
Spin round hula hoop
Me and homie take your loot
I don't owe no favours
So i won't see you later
If it ain't bout paper
Then i don't really care
We can take this anywhere
Life ain't never fair