Gumbo
Yea, dgbtk shit man
You already know what fuck this shit is man
Forever 1 shit
Yea yeaaaa
MMMMMHMM
SHU1BILL
Sheesh
Only way that I'm finna do it if it's bout a bag
Them diamonds shining on my wrist it got you niggas mad
Know I ride with a heata I can never lack
Shorty thinking I need her leave her in past
I chose not to be broke
Cause i know the math
Down bad on my ass
Foreign whips going fast
Poles ride with me close
When i do the dash
15 skipping class
Hallway selling bags
People always ask me lil homie what's shaking
Tellem i ain trynna talk cause they smelling like bacon
Mike Amiri's and saint Laurent stay in the latest
Threw up a couple thousand that's only in fragrance
Lil homie u not just foul my nigga u flagrant
Treated u like a child i had to be patient
Keep a couple nigga round i ain't gotta say shit
Don't make brodi gun you down and give u a face lift
I be sipping ac for the melodies
Stuck inside the trap i can't leave the streets
Glock hold 30 got a lemon sqweeeezee
Shorty to attached why she calling me
How i let the feds put me on my knees
How i get away with 100 keeyssss
Gotta seed on the way gotta get my head straight
1 be the mob yea the call me jefe
Took my brodi out trap n showed em the best way
All them dead nights when we ain't had no pay
We was broke we was plotting broke down appartments
Yea
We was destined to lose till we jumped in them houses
Bagged up the throw that shit in the couches
Now its forgeins when we slide by
You ain't see when we ride by
We going 60 on a drive by
Ski mask Prada now you see when i slide by
Yeeeeeaa
Only way that I'm finna do it if it's bout a bag
Them diamonds shining on my wrist it got you niggas mad
Know I ride with a heata I can never lack
Shorty thinking I need her leave her in past
I chose not to be broke
Cause i know the math
Down bad on my ass
Foreign whips going fast
Poles ride with me close
When i do the dash
15 skipping class
Hallway selling bags
I be sipping ac for the melodies
Stuck inside the trap i can't leave the streets
Glock hold 30 got a lemon sqweeeezee
Shorty to attached why she calling me
How i let the feds put me on my knees
How i get away with 100 keeyssss
You already know what fuck this shit is man
Forever 1 shit
Yea yeaaaa
MMMMMHMM
SHU1BILL
Sheesh
Only way that I'm finna do it if it's bout a bag
Them diamonds shining on my wrist it got you niggas mad
Know I ride with a heata I can never lack
Shorty thinking I need her leave her in past
I chose not to be broke
Cause i know the math
Down bad on my ass
Foreign whips going fast
Poles ride with me close
When i do the dash
15 skipping class
Hallway selling bags
People always ask me lil homie what's shaking
Tellem i ain trynna talk cause they smelling like bacon
Mike Amiri's and saint Laurent stay in the latest
Threw up a couple thousand that's only in fragrance
Lil homie u not just foul my nigga u flagrant
Treated u like a child i had to be patient
Keep a couple nigga round i ain't gotta say shit
Don't make brodi gun you down and give u a face lift
I be sipping ac for the melodies
Stuck inside the trap i can't leave the streets
Glock hold 30 got a lemon sqweeeezee
Shorty to attached why she calling me
How i let the feds put me on my knees
How i get away with 100 keeyssss
Gotta seed on the way gotta get my head straight
1 be the mob yea the call me jefe
Took my brodi out trap n showed em the best way
All them dead nights when we ain't had no pay
We was broke we was plotting broke down appartments
Yea
We was destined to lose till we jumped in them houses
Bagged up the throw that shit in the couches
Now its forgeins when we slide by
You ain't see when we ride by
We going 60 on a drive by
Ski mask Prada now you see when i slide by
Yeeeeeaa
Only way that I'm finna do it if it's bout a bag
Them diamonds shining on my wrist it got you niggas mad
Know I ride with a heata I can never lack
Shorty thinking I need her leave her in past
I chose not to be broke
Cause i know the math
Down bad on my ass
Foreign whips going fast
Poles ride with me close
When i do the dash
15 skipping class
Hallway selling bags
I be sipping ac for the melodies
Stuck inside the trap i can't leave the streets
Glock hold 30 got a lemon sqweeeezee
Shorty to attached why she calling me
How i let the feds put me on my knees
How i get away with 100 keeyssss
Credits
Writer(s): Ales Mena
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