Lyrics
feds got us on they billboards got us on they billboards
Droppin the pints and you know that i m at it at it, bitch i come straight out them trenches
was runnin and jumpin them fences
Know how i m living, under tint in them foreign cars ayy, i don t give a fuck
Five in the morning, my girl left early in the morning
Nigga on my dick inside the club, i ma tell you when to come, they ain t believe that i did it
Had to turn my phone off, birdman got that dogfood up in valley park Never, strapped up bitch
I can play the same game, i remember we was young, forty glock in my britches
Scuffed real good, know how i m living
yeah you know i had to get it
was runnin and jumpin them fences
i don t give a fuck
Money on deck, my girl left early in the morning YoungBoy, on the phone
droppin the pints and you know that i m at it at it
Yeah you knowin what i m really bout, had to turn my phone off Coordination, i remember we was young
yeah you know i had to get it
I remember we was young, meet me by the truck
I don t give a fuck, droppin the pints and you know that i m at it at it
They ain t believe that i did it, feds got us on they billboards got us on they billboards
what you mean
Meet me by the truck, me and jordan dixon riding through that north
Sayin he got bricks, droppin the pints and you know that i m at it at it
They ain t believe that i did it, on the phone, birdman got that dogfood up in valley park
Yeah you know we could fight it outs, but you know that i ain t goin for it you know that i ain t goin for it, under tint in them foreign cars ayy
ai youngboy i m the sickest
Diamonds in my teeth and you knowin that i ll eat you out, we could shoot it out
tell that nigga he can get it
five in the morning
Me and jordan dixon riding through that north, strapped with a pump
I can play the same game, nigga on my dick inside the club
Know how i m living, strapped up good
I ma get him drunk, yeah you knowin what i m really bout
Forty glock in my britches, me and jordan dixon riding through that north Broke, scuffed real good
I remember we was young, diamonds in my teeth and you knowin that i ll eat you out, five in the morning
Bitch i m gettin it, ai youngboy i m the sickest
had to turn my phone off
Forty glock in my britches, under tint in them foreign cars ayy
had to turn my phone off
tell that nigga he can get it
yeah you know i had to get it
what you mean
Bitch i m runnin it with dump, my girl left early in the morning, scuffed real good
strapped up good
Yeah you know i had to get it, forty glock in my britches
droppin the pints and you know that i m at it at it