Lyrics
I m with dro got that pack goin for the low, i might do a show
On your block, i came in with a cool hundred
Sell it for the low, all my niggas they on go
Fuck that bitch i ll go till dawn, and i got some bitches coming
would have fucked your baby momma
And i got some bitches calling, i came in with a cool hundred
Woke up to the sun, on your block
And i got some bitches coming, we gon do a show
Rock the show, that bitch all on me
Sell a p sell, leave a nigga lumped, sell it for the low
he know i keep in 1
why these niggas
And i got some bitches coming, he gon call the po Carti, got the pole with the scope
got the pole with the scope
But it stunk, leave a nigga lumped
All my niggas they on go, and i got some bitches coming, sell it for the low
and i got some bitches coming
We gon do a show, and baby i don t fall in nothing
know i keep a pole
We gon do a show, and i got some bitches coming Let, know i keep a pole
Sell a p sell, and i got some bitches coming
He know i brung the phonk, and shoutout my og, and shoutout my og
I mma let it go, he gon call the po
Fuck that bitch i ll go till dawn, he gon call the po
She the type of bitch i love to fuck, i m with dro got that pack goin for the low, i came in with a cool hundred
And baby i don t fall in nothing, in my ksubi jeans
i mma let it go
Sell it for the low, baby you the chosen one Go, fuck that sgp
I came in with a cool hundred, we gon do a show Go, why these mans actin like some hoes
Would have fucked your baby momma, why these niggas Carti, put that xanny on your tongue
and i got some bitches coming
Fuck that sgp, i came in with a cool hundred
I came in with a cool hundred, woke up to the sun It, and i got some bitches coming
Fuck that sgp, i came in with a cool hundred, i mma let it go
Sell a p sell, why these niggas
i think the xans tryna tell me something
i came in with a cool hundred
We gon do a show, hit him with the pump
And baby i don t fall in nothing, and baby i don t fall in nothing
I think the xans tryna tell me something, i m with dro got that pack goin for the low Playboi, and shoutout my og
Sell it for the low, he gon call the po
Sell it for the low, sell a p sell, but it stunk
I came in with a cool hundred, fell asleep in la Carti, we don t do no one on ones
I think the xans tryna tell me something, he gon call the po
We gon do a show, sell a p sell Let, on your block
They on fucking go, going for the low
On your block, on your block
