| Fuckin' that bitch out her heel, heels
|
| I’m gettin' money for real, for real, haha
|
| Scope mean the AR got long range (Yeah)
|
| Shootin' that boy, he can’t hide in the hills
|
| Countin' up blue money, Benjamin bill-bills
|
| Smokin' the strongest, kill, kill
|
| Sippin' on drank, niggas thought I was ill
|
| I’m too high so I can’t feel
|
| I’m too numb so I can’t feel
|
| Fuckin' that bitch out her heel, heels
|
| Scope mean the AR got long range (Yeah)
|
| Shootin' that boy, he can’t hide in the hills
|
| Countin' up blue money, Benjamin bill-bills
|
| Smokin' the strongest, kill, kill
|
| Sippin' on drank, niggas thought I was ill
|
| I’m too numb so I can’t feel
|
| Fuckin' that bitch out her heel, heels
|
| I get fucked up, uh, ho say, «Hi, that’s up»
|
| Told her I’ma beat it, hit her pussy with a uppercut
|
| Pow, pow, pow, sound like when my shooters in the cut (Yeah)
|
| All my hitters run 'em up, they don’t give a motherfuck
|
| Yeah, geekin' off this codeine punch
|
| Flew her out and fucked her once (Yeah)
|
| Haters keep on speaking on me, they can eat my dick for lunch
|
| They can eat my dick for lunch like cabbage with some Cap’n Crunch (Yeah)
|
| White ho like the Brady Bunch, stupid pressure, purple Runtz
|
| Fear no nigga, my stick got flashlight, I can see in the dark
|
| She gon' ride me like a wave 'cause I be drownin' in designer
|
| Fear no nigga, my stick got laser-beam, I’m right on mark
|
| She gon' fuck with me and gang 'cause we stack money up way higher
|
| Scope mean the AR got long range (Yeah)
|
| Shootin' that boy, he can’t hide in the hills
|
| Countin' up blue money, Benjamin bill-bills
|
| Smokin' the strongest, kill, kill
|
| Sippin' on drank, niggas thought I was ill
|
| I’m too high so I can’t feel
|
| I’m too numb so I can’t feel
|
| Fuckin' that bitch out her heel, heels
|
| Scope mean the AR got long range (Yeah)
|
| Shootin' that boy, he can’t hide in the hills
|
| Countin' up blue money, Benjamin bill-bills
|
| Smokin' the strongest, kill, kill
|
| Sippin' on drank, niggas thought I was ill
|
| I’m too numb so I can’t feel
|
| Fuckin' that bitch out her heel, heels
|
| Yeah
|
| Hill
|
| Fuckin' that bitch out her heel, heels
|
| I’m gettin' money for real, for real |