Welcome (Intro)
Bro pass me the jay
I'm finna get high
I'm finna get high
My brodie gon ride
These bitches don't love a nigga these bitches love telling them lies
I can see through the snakes I can see through the lines
You bitches can't be friends yall only know enemies
These niggas praying for my downfall looking for the end of me
I be serving the junkies
I'm making more money I'm serving em two for the three
You was being a janky ass nigga I hope you know you ain't shit to me
Niggas ain't shit to me I make it look to easy
All of my niggas is rocking the Yeezys I'm bouta be on a tv
And my bitch bad her pussy is wet like fiji
John Cena yall niggas can't see me
Might spend two-fifty on a beanie
Three phones niggas still can't reach me
Your bitch she still wanna see me
Your bitch she still wanna eat me
I stay with my brother Luigi
Your pockets be tiny teeny
My pockets be big fat
Like a quarter back you getting sacked if you fucking with me or my racks
If you fucking with me or my racks like a quarter back you getting sacked
Got a cousin he stay in chiraq
He be moving the pound by the pack
That's my brother I call him my slat
Two twin Glocks yeah they all black
He gon send you to hell and come back
He be counting them cash and them racks
In Atlanta I stay with my folks
I can't wait till I ride in a ghost and im killing these niggas no joke
And im smoking that gas I might choke
Rockstar shit Bad bitch lit
She want me to hit from the back so I can make her thick
I'm finna get high
I'm finna get high
My brodie gon ride
These bitches don't love a nigga these bitches love telling them lies
I can see through the snakes I can see through the lines
You bitches can't be friends yall only know enemies
These niggas praying for my downfall looking for the end of me
I be serving the junkies
I'm making more money I'm serving em two for the three
You was being a janky ass nigga I hope you know you ain't shit to me
Niggas ain't shit to me I make it look to easy
All of my niggas is rocking the Yeezys I'm bouta be on a tv
And my bitch bad her pussy is wet like fiji
John Cena yall niggas can't see me
Might spend two-fifty on a beanie
Three phones niggas still can't reach me
Your bitch she still wanna see me
Your bitch she still wanna eat me
I stay with my brother Luigi
Your pockets be tiny teeny
My pockets be big fat
Like a quarter back you getting sacked if you fucking with me or my racks
If you fucking with me or my racks like a quarter back you getting sacked
Got a cousin he stay in chiraq
He be moving the pound by the pack
That's my brother I call him my slat
Two twin Glocks yeah they all black
He gon send you to hell and come back
He be counting them cash and them racks
In Atlanta I stay with my folks
I can't wait till I ride in a ghost and im killing these niggas no joke
And im smoking that gas I might choke
Rockstar shit Bad bitch lit
She want me to hit from the back so I can make her thick
Credits
Writer(s): Rodney Williams
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