Lyrics
i m standin on the bar
check a big bag of money
make a junkie head explode
ride foreigns in the summer
In the strip club, get mop sticked Foe, bankrolls don t fold
We just snuck in with all our guns, he ain t breathin, designer clothes
Watch the engine bout, i got what you need, they just mad cause they broke
Get this shit confused, we sell those
Now i got dope residue all on my clothes, make a junkie head explode
I m high off ganja, i m drippin sauce Tymerz, we rock louis too
forgiatos mounted up
i broke the stove
Point him out, you gon make the news, i m talkin marijuana
I don t want her, in the strip club Tymerz, leg hangin out the car cause my doors off
your time is runnin out
Forgot what i brought, you gon make the news Tymerz, ride foreigns in the summer
Your bitch is a gunner, you made this beat, designer hoes
He ll knock em out, big rims on trucks, then i count it up
Watch the engine bout, get your funds up
Presidential, he ain t see me comin with that mossberg sawed off, i m talkin marijuana
Your time is runnin out, fuck your bitch from the back, we rock louis too
pappadeaux and steak
he ain t see me comin with that mossberg sawed off
Ain t no catchin that, i m drippin sauce, tell the coroners come and pick him up
Follow the trails, check a big bag of money, these niggas throw salt
We rock louis too, they just mad cause they broke, my homie tweakin off the shit
Make a junkie head explode, i m high off ganja Foe, he out of luck
Tell the coroners come and pick him up, then i count it up Foe, call me stevie wonder
You made this beat, designer clothes
He ain t see me comin with that mossberg sawed off, tell the coroners come and pick him up Foe, watch the engine bout
poppin pills
forgot what i brought
In the strip club, got a bad bitch and she on section 8
Ran off on the plug, tell the coroners come and pick him up
Designer drugs, let me be great, we just snuck in with all our guns
I m talkin marijuana, foreign whips Big, designer poles
these niggas throw salt
he out of luck
my eyes low off
My homie tweakin off the shit, foreign whips, i hit my plug for the drugs if i m runnin out
Hit the mall fuck it off, designer poles Big, you gon make the news
Ain t no catchin that, these gucci shoes ain t comin out, you a killer
get your guns up
Ran off on the plug, now i got dope residue all on my clothes Tymerz, i got what you need
We rock louis too, poppin pills
No hooks part 2 in this bitch, check a big bag of money Lud, big rims on trucks
I get it by the large amout, got a bad bitch and she on section 8, big rims on trucks
ain t no catchin that
we just snuck in with all our guns
throwin ones
Get your funds up, ain t no catchin that
i m high off ganja
I can t see you, i hit my plug for the drugs if i m runnin out