InTro

Pop up in the party Bitch you know was up Louie backpack Stacked up with hella mud Gucci leather and my bitch got medusa pump Talk about the money you can't speak enough Money on my timeline Yuh Pro skater it is grind time Yuh Drugs bitch this ain't fine wine Yuh Get em off at the right time Is you pussy or you gangster Bitch you better choose one I ain't worried bout these bitches Cuz these bitches choose up True enough Be koo or what Bitch this ain't no Ruger tucked Pop a damn twenty I can't lie well bitch I'm booted up Yeah it's Bob the build keep some steal Well yeah I'm toolied up They fake as f*ck Brody is they fake or what Shit I can't make this up Brothers turned they back What I do Well bitch I doubled up They say I fumbled what Only sound I'm hearing is they baby facing nuts I'm facing blunts You ain't street Maybe try to bake or something Where I'm from we taking something Look I just bought a stick Watch it hit Shake his dreads off Stick for stick Now we lit I hit the baseball Pitcher he bitch Now he sick can't let this K fall Can't let this K fall