Legend

I put it all in her face
Track hawk fast put them boys on a chase
We at his head like a mother fucking fade

At his head like a fade
That boy could get broke like a vase
He talking tough he gonna die where he stay
I cannot leave her alone
Glock hold 15 like a quinceanera
Bitch i got my money on
Got the coupe with the peanut butter inside
I’m at the top with nobody in sight
I got the two door coupe hop in the ride
Slide, sky, high, a bit nervous she’s sayin hi
In a minute i’ll blow
Imma put on a show
Bow, sticks, pile, bricks, style
These bitches they try steal my style
All of these copycats gotta he stopped
He gonna get dropped and i’m not talking cough
Nigga’s be 12 and i’m talking about cop

Got that bitch off a pill, ya
I count that money till i feel good
Imagine getting killed by a nigga off a pill
Free all my nigga’s, they tryna get appeal
Not talking magic you nigga’s disappear
Diamonds on my neck dancing chandelier
He seen 14 and he froze just like a deer
Not talking football my nigga’s really in the field
You feel my presence you know that i’m here
Am i copying wheezy if i tat my tears
I pray to god cause i don’t got no fears
I feel like a car how i’m switching these gears
I could keep this flow going for years
I’m in the south side pouring beers
All of my white nigga’s saying cheers