[Chorus]
Nigga, I pull up in a drop
Got a whole bitch, full of guap
Bought new Rollie, out the box
Be snitch (?)
Turned doing time to a mill in my hand
I feel like the man, I got all that cash
Now we (?)
(?)
Nigga, I pull up in a drop
Got a whole bitch, full of guap
Bought new Rollie, out the box
Be snitch (?)
Turned doing time to a mill in my hand
I feel like the man, I got all that cash
Now we (?)
(?)
[Verse]
All of my bitches get guap
I like my bitches on top
I hit the bitch in a swap
Pass that lil' bitch to a mob, yeah
I ain't the one with the Glock
I been the one with the guap
But don't get it twisted
I put that shit on your top
Get your head bright on the spot, yeah
That yola gon' jump out the pot
I need them breads, 'bout to flock
Huh, you let them bitch hit the weave, hm
I hit that bitch by the yacht
See you had the shot and you flopped
They hopped on my dick once I popped
They can't believe when they see me on TV, they sit down, I'm making them watch
2012 is when the cash came
Snow bundles went to (?)
All the spare bitches want my last name
Life ain't gambling cash game
Hit the seven, now nigga in the Benz got me moving through the fast lane
She call me papi, sippin' champagne
Niggas broke, let me translate
This is the moment, I got up, boo'd up with my money, this all that I'm getting to
I got a calender fulled in the masion (?)
Remember the police, they ran in my crib, I was packing to work in my living room
Trapaholic, made my girlfriend go stall it to handle white before the rent is due
I stretched the yola, made it flexible
Ain't gotta talk what's next to do
Another milli in my schedule
Another pussy nigga testing who
Know some niggas down north that'll murk you for a point like a decimal
Turn a nigga to a vegetable but then they gotta pay the restitute
Louis V, Fendi my sweather
Dripping, my life could not get any better
Steppin', they jealous, I make some margella
They probably gon' fly us right through any weather
That pussy like water, can't get any wetter
Better on Twitter, she risking her marriage, swallow it whole, I might let her
Yeah, just might let her
Everything match
And the bands got it wrapped
With the Off White (?)
Got a bag full of racks
They give me no slack
That's why I never hold back, I ain't never look back
Niggas spit, cook crack
I was in the the block like Shaq
Got a cup full of A
And I been on them women
Make a nigga lean back, yeah
[Chorus]
Nigga, I pull up in a drop
Got a whole bitch, full of guap
Bought new Rollie, out the box
Be snitch (?)
Turned doing time to a mill in my hand
I feel like the man, I got all that cash
Now we (?)
(?)
Nigga, I pull up in a drop
Got a whole bitch, full of guap
Bought new Rollie, out the box
Be snitch (?)
Turned doing time to a mill in my hand
I feel like the man, I got all that cash
Now we (?)
(?)
True was written by Tyler Lepley.