I told my bro don't lie to me
I told my bro don't
I told my bro don't lie to me
You want this smoke just keep it street
Don't tell your mom, don't tell your dad when We pull up
We pull up, hop out, and we slide in Bentley trucks
We shootin' first, so when we slide, you better Duck
I ain't got no money, nigga, I'm down on my luck
If it's beef, we leave it there
Y'all niggas is f*cked
I ain't tryna play no games, that chopper send them up
Bitch, this shit ain't no Cardi B, but this shit up and stuck
F*ck nigga, keep talkin' bout the game like he is up
Woke up the next day it felt like hell
I'm up on your block, I'm really not gon' leave some shells
He be talkin' crazy, but I just sent that through the mail
Draco hit his ass up, and we gon' kill that boy for real
Man, I miss my f*ckin' dollars
Man, I miss my f*ckin' Gwallah
Man, I miss my f*ckin' commas
Long time ago, couldn't even remember
Last time I had got a girl, that shit was cold as December
Then I woke up next day morning, cryin' bout my f*ckin' memories
If you my bro, don't lie to me
If you want smoke, just keep it street
If you want smoke, just keep it street
If you want smoke, just keep it street
Don't tell your mom, don't tell your dad when we pull up
We pull up, hop out, and we slide in Bentley trucks
F*ck niggas, play them niggas, know we send them up
I ain't doin' this shit for dollars, I don't need no bucks