Coming live
From the mind
Of a dead boy
Ain't no crime
When I slide
For that pack boy
Lemon lime
Got the sprite
For the tec boy
Ain't gon ride
For my guys
You a dead boy
Grey ain't intact best get back uhh
Gimme that spit I lick that up
Send me that bread no fronts oh nah
Cut up that gram to an eight ball uhh
Ounce in the raw I fit that uh
Counting them funds ain't spend that uh
Hella old friends off the fentanyl uh
I don't give a fuck bout the fit oh nah
I got that crop I make them high all over the four
I bet that choppa make them dance they gon hit the floor
She got that wap I ain't got time to be fuckin tho
That glock nine in my pants got her falling tho
I got that crop I make them high all over the four
I bet that choppa make them dance they gon hit the floor
She got that wap I ain't got time to be fuckin tho
That glock nine in my pants got her falling tho
S-A-L I-V-A ain't gon ride the wave
Ain't no telling if they really with the gang
SOL, out of luck, when you testing me
I done fell, I been stuck, hope they let me be
Stuck at the bottom I'm vibing tho
Running my profit up vamanos
Stay with that fuego like takis tho
Rolling them blunts like taquitos
Bitch on my dick can't stop me tho
All of these hoes they flocking tho
All of these rappers they copy tho
Get out my way we mobbing hoe
I got that crop I make them high all over the four
I bet that choppa make them dance they gon hit the floor
She got that wap I ain't got time to be fuckin tho
That glock nine in my pants got her falling tho
I got that crop I make them high all over the four
I bet that choppa make them dance they gon hit the floor
She got that wap I ain't got time to be fuckin tho
That glock nine in my pants got her falling tho