LYRICS
作曲 : Jacob Sugars
What's the business, lookin kinda spicious
Why the **** you wearin' Abercrombie round the bitches?
Got her on her knees, think I'm Jesus she religious
Catch the holy ghost, this'll only take a minute
Since twenty twenty ten ten, had my Benny bands up
In a Benny Ben Benz gettin tippy top top
In de-fenny-fen-fence, Called her frenny-friends up
Many many men can, many many choose not
If you need it we can shoot more shit if you ready
Porche speedin', that's a new horse whip, not a Chevy
She need me to buy the new forces, gold diggin
Why she eatin off the 2 4 6 at the Denny's?
Yea I'm kickin down the door, blunt sparked, lil hoarse
Got a bad lil chick, drop it lower than her ****in credit score
If you think you got a problem we got many many more
All the boys big spenders yea a buncha high rollers
Heard you think you poppin' we know that's a big dream
Hated every mother ****er by the age of sixteen
You got trash up in your car, you gotta keep the whip clean
Off white, all night like she sniffin' whip cream
Big walker, big stepper big steppin
Feelin' like a King, that's King no Tekken
Seen him at the scene, bang pow, big slept him
50 Cal, ow, that's a big ass weapon
The racks gettin' betta, they see me gettin betta
The bars are like its gen pop, pop it like berettas
Back to back in twin Jags, you dashin' in a Jetta
They lookin' for the trouble if they want it come and get it
In my hand, smokin' dookies lookin like a missile
Hit you wit a Snapchat, and you still wouldn't get the picture
What's the plan, I'm very picky I would never be her mister
She got hair above her lip, I swear to god I wouldn't kiss her
I got a couple lame birds, you can take those from me
Green bud, purp flurp, that's a rainbow for me
Need luck, no verse, witcha play dough money
Freeze up, sleep hearse, if you changed up on me
Ok I'm killin' 808s you say a word I'm goin' bonkers
We don't gotta talk we just pull out a rocket launcher
Tell that hoe to get up off the ground and fix her posture
I don't wanna beat I want the jaw like orthodonture
Heard you think you poppin' we know that's a big dream
Hated every mother ****er by the age of sixteen
You got trash up in your car, you gotta keep the whip clean
Off white, all night like she sniffin' whip cream
Big walker, big stepper big steppin
Feelin' like a King, that's King no Tekken
Seen him at the scene, bang pow, big slept him
50 Cal, ow, that's a big ass weapon