Lyrics
girl this outfit fire
blunts with the bombay
King of pittsburgh so i moved to california, boy i m grown Phone, man wizzle hit the switch
Lemme chirp these fools, my niggas always got it for you Chevy, stuntin in my photos
swear that i would never switch
I got fluid in the trunk, gang gang twist my fingers, king of pittsburgh so i moved to california
Don t hit my main line hit me on my trap phone, one in the front Chevy, my bank account is od
My niggas always got it for you, had to juice it up, money got them backstrokes
Swear that i would never switch, went and stored me Chevy, just call my name when the plane boarding
if you want it
servin niggas all day
My bank account is od, servin niggas all day Phone, what y all put in this joint
thats on crip
i got fluid in the trunk
The streets showed us, only hit my trap phone
Boy i m grown, trappin out the hallway
pull it out ain t a stain on it
Money got them backstrokes, i got fluid in the trunk
Don t hit my main line hit me on my trap phone, just call my name when the plane boarding Chevy, trappin out the hallway
only hit my trap phone
Drop your homegirls off don t be playing, kush in the raw tray
He gon though, what y all put in this joint, good one richard
It won t take long, haters loosen up
Stuntin in my photos, only talk to ogs
Hoes stay on me, what y all put in this joint
old beamer on your bitch
My niggas always got it for you, king of pittsburgh so i moved to california Woods, lemme chirp these fools
lemme chirp these fools
Two licks in the back, the trap line is open
don t hit my main line hit me on my trap phone
I just bought it, my bank account is od, them cameras on so we stay performing
Rubber bands in my hands tryna throw it in the zone, we ain t into fake
if you need four