Ghetto boy shit nigga...
Mhm
What you doin bro
You said you workin'
All right
Me too nigga
Tell these folks how we, alright...
Yea... ghetto boy shit nigga
Aye
One bow cost the boy 10 thousand
Two G's, one flip, peel off and I'm smilin'
They tryna bite my style
Tryna be me but I doubt it
Open up the bag you can really smell the power
I'm workin'
I don't get paid by the hour
She worthless
If she don't gimme brain within a hour
I'm hurtin'
If I don't make a G by the night
I been grindin' all my life I gotta get it right
Okay
Aye, I gotta get it right
37 Thousand on me pros, I might trick tonight
Got a Chaldean, I get bows for a pretty price
VVS diamonds, F-Color, I got different ice
Two G's, one flip when I'm sellin' Za's
I got .223s, fork knits, and even land mines
Fuck around and set some shit ablaze when FN fire
Last nigga tried Da Yung OG got shot 10 times
Bitch I'm workin'
I been sippin' wocky straight today, so I'm swervin'
If you see me in the hood then I was prolly servin'
You came in the way when I sprayed, this a 30
Scratchin' like I'm dirty but I'm not bae, that's a perky
I'm a dope head, I been drinkin' lean since Thursday
Wocky got me noddin'
That's just showin' me it's workin
Nigga ran off wit a zip
Was it worth it
Prolly not cause Ima get him dropped, I ain't gon' worry
One bow cost the boy 10 thousand
Two G's, one flip, peel off and I'm smilin'
They tryna bite my style
Tryna be me but I doubt it
Open up the bag you can really smell the power
I'm workin'
I don't get paid by the hour
She worthless
If she don't gimme brain within a hour
I'm hurtin'
If I don't make a G by the night
I been grindin' all my life I gotta get it right
Spent a bag on Rodeo, already like how my day goin'
I'm finna hit the Cookies store, I'm posted up on Melrose
Swear to god they all mad cause I sell dope
Smokin' Cannatique, a piece of weed went in my damn throat
Swear to god that shit it make me wanna throw up
I was broke, but now I glo'd up
I just bought a bag of runtz, now ima fuckin pro up
And all the money in the world is what I'm chasin' after
We was runnin' from them jakes I had to shake the captain
M3 performance Tesla wit the autopilot, I had to mash out
I damn near blew that dash out, I stole yo bitch
And I skr8 blew her back out
Backpack Boys tiramisu, smokin' a wood
On my way to Malibu, now I'm on the ocean, eatin' wagyu at Nobu
And he beggin' for a front my baby don't nobody know you
One bow cost the boy 10 thousand
Two G's, one flip, peel off and I'm smilin'
They tryna bite my style
Tryna be me but I doubt it
Open up the bag you can really smell the power
I'm workin'
I don't get paid by the hour
She worthless
If she don't gimme brain within a hour
I'm hurtin'
If I don't make a G by the night
I been grindin' all my life I gotta get it right