Forty
Said I walk into Saks with a couple of racks in my Balenci tracks trying to buy out the Store
I'ma go and get back, know we getting shit whacked, popping out in all black, leave them Out on the floor
Took my L's on the chin, gotta lose before you win, smoking jays in the wind, I can't roll Anymore
Lord forgive all my sins, love my motherfuckin' twins, I'ma go get it in for my Motherfuckin' bros
Bitch, I get too fly
Smoking exotic, my nigga, I'm too high
Finna get big and do a show in Dubai
Run up on me, you get popped, nigga goodbye
Ice on my wrist and my ear, it'll shine
Hit from the back, I be breaking her spine
Bitch I'm too rich, I ain't got time to cry
Light up a jay and go straight to the sky
DD Osama, tote forties and nines
I'm
I ain't worried bout shit, I'm just living my life
Pour up some purple all up in that Sprite
I'm fucking that bitch that you calling your wife
Load up this forty, you think I'ma fight
I ain't worried bout shit, I'm just living my life
Pour up some purple all up in my Sprite
I'm fucking that bitch that you calling your wife
Load up this forty, you think I'ma fight
I'm turnt as a bitch, you know what's up
Flawless diamonds on my wrist, they glowing up
Probably rolled up bout six, or seven blunts
Smoked up too much of that shit, think I'm throwing up
Call up my brody, I told him we blowing up
Bro got the sheets and the gas so we rolling up
Called her a Uber, I know that she pulling up
Ma getting worried, I told her I'm growing up
Bitch, I get too fly
Smoking exotic, my nigga, I'm too high
Finna get big and do a show in Dubai
Run up on me, you get popped, nigga goodbye
Ice on my wrist and my ear, it'll shine
Hit from the back, know I'm breakin' her spine
Bitch I'm too rich, I ain't got time to cry
Light up a jay and go straight to the sky
DD Osama, tote forties and nines
I ain't worried bout shit, I'm just living my life
Pour up some purple all up in my Sprite
I'm fucking that bitch that you calling your wife
Load up this forty, you think I'ma fight
I ain't worried bout shit, I'm just living my life
Pour up some purple all up in my Sprite
I'm fucking that bitch that you calling your wife
Load up this forty, you think I'ma fight
I'ma go and get back, know we getting shit whacked, popping out in all black, leave them Out on the floor
Took my L's on the chin, gotta lose before you win, smoking jays in the wind, I can't roll Anymore
Lord forgive all my sins, love my motherfuckin' twins, I'ma go get it in for my Motherfuckin' bros
Bitch, I get too fly
Smoking exotic, my nigga, I'm too high
Finna get big and do a show in Dubai
Run up on me, you get popped, nigga goodbye
Ice on my wrist and my ear, it'll shine
Hit from the back, I be breaking her spine
Bitch I'm too rich, I ain't got time to cry
Light up a jay and go straight to the sky
DD Osama, tote forties and nines
I'm
I ain't worried bout shit, I'm just living my life
Pour up some purple all up in that Sprite
I'm fucking that bitch that you calling your wife
Load up this forty, you think I'ma fight
I ain't worried bout shit, I'm just living my life
Pour up some purple all up in my Sprite
I'm fucking that bitch that you calling your wife
Load up this forty, you think I'ma fight
I'm turnt as a bitch, you know what's up
Flawless diamonds on my wrist, they glowing up
Probably rolled up bout six, or seven blunts
Smoked up too much of that shit, think I'm throwing up
Call up my brody, I told him we blowing up
Bro got the sheets and the gas so we rolling up
Called her a Uber, I know that she pulling up
Ma getting worried, I told her I'm growing up
Bitch, I get too fly
Smoking exotic, my nigga, I'm too high
Finna get big and do a show in Dubai
Run up on me, you get popped, nigga goodbye
Ice on my wrist and my ear, it'll shine
Hit from the back, know I'm breakin' her spine
Bitch I'm too rich, I ain't got time to cry
Light up a jay and go straight to the sky
DD Osama, tote forties and nines
I ain't worried bout shit, I'm just living my life
Pour up some purple all up in my Sprite
I'm fucking that bitch that you calling your wife
Load up this forty, you think I'ma fight
I ain't worried bout shit, I'm just living my life
Pour up some purple all up in my Sprite
I'm fucking that bitch that you calling your wife
Load up this forty, you think I'ma fight
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Writer(s): Amari Cason
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