(Hook)
I can’t stand a broke boy
Y’all Make no noise
Y'all broke boys flexing for the broke boys
Like Who want smoke? y’all don’t want nun
Shottie got that pump this bitch gone thump
Feel like Elmer Fudd
Running with that pump
This bitch gone jump
My shit going dumb
My wrist on dumb
That shit on dumb
Think I’m going numb
Yeah I’m going numb
(Like hold up)
Got bags up bitch I glod up
Finna roll up
Smokin' on gas like frozen
They know us used like to act like they don’t know us
Im rollin rolling rolling
(Verse 1)
Thinking bout the shit I did
I just wanna buy a Benz
Ion need no new friends
But imma need the blue bands
Need the money in the my hand
Stayed true I stand
Stacking up 100 bands
Moving off 100 grams
Trapstar rapstar I’m blown on gas no asmtha
Hit the gas and I’m gone like nascar
Yeah I’m in my zone I’m gassed up
E don’t call my phone won’t answer
Leave me vlone I answer
Poured up me a 4 in a Fanta
My whole team on go no manners
(Hook)
I can’t stand a broke boy
Y’all Make no noise
(Y'all broke boys flexing for the broke boys x4)
Like Who want smoke? y’all don’t want nun
Shottie got that pump this bitch gone thump
Feel like Elmer Fudd
Running with that pump
This bitch gone jump
My shit going dumb
My wrist on dumb
That shit on dumb
Think I’m going numb
Yeah I’m going numb
(Like hold up)
Got bags up bitch I glod up
Finna roll up
Smokin' on gas like frozen
They know us used like to act like they don’t know us
I'm rollin rolling rolling