Grotesque
Got three pounds of that haze, Okay
Five bitches calling my phone when I touchdown in downtown L.A
Couple niggas moving weight
Couple niggas been waiting to make something shake
EARTHQUAKES
Adding stripes to they name doing everything to keep these young niggas tamed
These niggas been killing for a drop a fame
Hell nawl nigga this shit not worth it
The opps see they on your shirt they gone pop you like a damn zit
Swerving off the exit when I got that double-double
Money on your damn head boy you in some fucking trouble
Ransom
Imma random, handsome pretty nigga
All the windows down when I'm flaunting my crown around the city nigga
Walk in the party, y'all sipping Barcardi
I step in that bitch, man I'm looking for Crown
Walk in with my Haitians
Already know what's finna go down
You walk in with a frown, I walk in diamonds dancing
Nigga my diamonds prancing
Stop all that staring, man, get you a glance
You can tell that I'm fancy just by my pants
Just hit this bitch right here from France
Suck it up so nasty had to wash her hands
I was done with that bitch after I had her in a trance
Had to gone head pass that to my mans
Call me Magic Johnson, nigga, Earvin
See all this weed inside my whip? Hell nawl, nigga, I'm not serving
No Way
Need me a perky, nigga this urgent, nigga I'm urking
Okay
I'm fucking this bitch she following orders and she don't urk me
She Obey
Got three pounds of that haze, Okay
Five bitches calling my phone when I touchdown in downtown L.A
Couple niggas moving weight
Couple niggas been waiting to make something shake
EARTHQUAKES
Adding stripes to they name doing everything to keep these young niggas tamed
Got three pounds of that haze, Okay
Five bitches calling my phone when I touchdown in downtown L.A
Couple niggas moving weight
Couple niggas been waiting to make something shake
EARTHQUAKES
Adding stripes to they name doing everything to keep these young niggas tamed
Bring in the motherfucking tank
Bitch I got motherfucking bank
On top of the motherfucking building, lil bitch, I got motherfucking rank
This ship won't sank
I'm smoking that dank, I'm smoking that strong
Been locked in the studio all night long
Writing this shit right on my phone
Don't even know if I'm finna drop this song
Five bitches calling my phone when I touchdown in downtown L.A
Couple niggas moving weight
Couple niggas been waiting to make something shake
EARTHQUAKES
Adding stripes to they name doing everything to keep these young niggas tamed
These niggas been killing for a drop a fame
Hell nawl nigga this shit not worth it
The opps see they on your shirt they gone pop you like a damn zit
Swerving off the exit when I got that double-double
Money on your damn head boy you in some fucking trouble
Ransom
Imma random, handsome pretty nigga
All the windows down when I'm flaunting my crown around the city nigga
Walk in the party, y'all sipping Barcardi
I step in that bitch, man I'm looking for Crown
Walk in with my Haitians
Already know what's finna go down
You walk in with a frown, I walk in diamonds dancing
Nigga my diamonds prancing
Stop all that staring, man, get you a glance
You can tell that I'm fancy just by my pants
Just hit this bitch right here from France
Suck it up so nasty had to wash her hands
I was done with that bitch after I had her in a trance
Had to gone head pass that to my mans
Call me Magic Johnson, nigga, Earvin
See all this weed inside my whip? Hell nawl, nigga, I'm not serving
No Way
Need me a perky, nigga this urgent, nigga I'm urking
Okay
I'm fucking this bitch she following orders and she don't urk me
She Obey
Got three pounds of that haze, Okay
Five bitches calling my phone when I touchdown in downtown L.A
Couple niggas moving weight
Couple niggas been waiting to make something shake
EARTHQUAKES
Adding stripes to they name doing everything to keep these young niggas tamed
Got three pounds of that haze, Okay
Five bitches calling my phone when I touchdown in downtown L.A
Couple niggas moving weight
Couple niggas been waiting to make something shake
EARTHQUAKES
Adding stripes to they name doing everything to keep these young niggas tamed
Bring in the motherfucking tank
Bitch I got motherfucking bank
On top of the motherfucking building, lil bitch, I got motherfucking rank
This ship won't sank
I'm smoking that dank, I'm smoking that strong
Been locked in the studio all night long
Writing this shit right on my phone
Don't even know if I'm finna drop this song
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Vance
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