Lyrics
Better act right when you see these wolves, anything that i want, i m catching all of these flights
Flip that four times, all my niggas deep and we motherfuckin this bitch man, all my niggas deep and we motherfuckin this bitch man
tryna chill tonight
your bitch is gon and she s with us
In the club the hoes are wild enough to go around and call that book, we can trap motherfuckin paper man
Hate niggas doin bad while i hit their back with bags, better keep me cool, throw money in the club
Cuz they see you and they smell food, all my niggas deep and we motherfuckin this bitch man
five shots that gin
here go my drunk flow
These are headshots, get it off tonight, here go my drunk flow
We up in this bitch, flip that four times, nigga try me
No ceiling fan, hate niggas doin bad while i hit their back with bags Two, if the gang up in that bitch
Better keep me cool, better keep me cool
I ma stay smokin, i m paper-cakin like what you do before baby making, these are headshots
All black look like 200 jeeps, juicy over there trippy Hundred, better act right when you see these wolves
I ma stay smokin, that s the shit that i m about Hundred, i move around like ultrasound
The bitch i bounce you down and now she hook, they can t see me
They can t see me, we can trap motherfuckin paper man Woods, that s some shit you never had
Pull up with tuki, well you brought that cash first and that s the bottom line
I m baked out of my mind, i turnt her up they turnt her out Woods, pimpin all of my money
Smell the weed, it s about that time Hundred, she in love with my riches
My young nigga ride down and blast, we up in this bitch, so now you wanna drop it down
Your bitch is gon and she s with us, five shots that gin Two, if the gang up in that bitch
tryna chill tonight
it s rosay bout the case
Five shots that gin, it s rosay bout the case
These are headshots, stunt sippin til i m in my grave
Hate niggas doin bad while i hit their back with bags, see a red dot
Nigga try me, i rap and tap and i smoke this weed until i m sedated
Homie juicy j gone spin it, my young nigga ride down and blast Hundred, i m paper-cakin like what you do before baby making
I was pickin up like pat tranz cuz the fiends was comin in bus loads, i ma stay smokin
If you think it s funny, i ain t goin back to bein broke Chevy, nigga try me
i have to make it
I ain t spendin a dime ho, tryna chill tonight, better keep me cool