Aye f*ck that shit
Aint stunting No Bitch
And if them bullets miss we goin spin again
Pillsbury dough boy
That kilo sold boy
And that bitch she been f*cking on my friend
Im the man
I been running with them bands
Them dead presidents pray to buddha cause I can
Got hundreds and fifties my niggas goin ride
If I drop a bag on your head you might die
Imma drop a bag up on your head
Pop shuvit on your block your homie dead
Straight drop pour it up you know its red
Since a jit I been running from the feds
Ice baguettes up on my neck aye watch it shine
Cartier lens up on my face they think I'm blind
Tip toeing in the trap I got my Draco
Imma shoot at all your homies them your vetos
I be dripping in designer you can't find this
Tom cruise its a movie goin rewind this
I keep a pistol on my lap when I'm grinding
Cause you gotta watch out for these niggas man they grimy they whining
Aye f*ck that shit
Aint stuntin No Bitch
And if them bullets miss we goin spin again
Pillsbury dough boy
That kilo sold boy
And that bitch she been f*cking on my friend
Im the man
I been running with them bands
Them dead presidents pray to buddha cause I can
Got hundreds and fifties my niggas goin ride
If I drop a bag on your head you might die
Pull up on a opp and leave him dead
Heard what I said he make on move take off his head
Might f*ck around and catch a body off these meds
Had my nigga white chalk him cause he talking to the feds
Doors go up on-side this whip this shit might fly
Smokin cherry pie bae I get high that shit no lie
I might tell her she my wife and have two bitches on the side
I just buy don't care the price, can't take it with me when I die
These perks what's keeping me alive
Popping' Addys til' I die, until Palm Angels in the sky
You better pray them angels with you when we slide
But that's just how this shit just go down on my side
Aye f*ck that shit
Aint stunting No Bitch
And if them bullets miss we goin spin again
Pillsbury dough boy
That kilo sold boy
And that bitch she been f*cking on my friend
Im the man
I been running with them bands
Them dead presidents pray to buddha cause I can
Got hundreds and fifties my niggas goin ride
If I drop a bag on your head you might die