Year (feat. TG)

OK, is the hardest. I swear to God, we gon' be okay I'm up in that Benz truck, it's my year Ridin' with three choppers, I don't have no fear She bump her favorite song, by me it bless her ears She wanna stay for life, she even shed a tear Told them hoes begone, I don't even want em' near She don't need to call my phone, I'm already here Brand new C5, vette you know I'm switchin' gears She told me that I changed, she said look in the mirror All I see is the same person from last year When you hear the engine roaring, know I'm here I'm up in that Benz truck, but you know Brand new Phantom Rolls truck, you don't own I just had your bitch right in my phone Had her in my queen size, laying prone Not now, swing at that boy if he want fye I'm fly, why the f*ck they think I get this high Huh big body, Hop up in that bitch, it's super size Cash hold rubber bands told my bitch, I'll get you right Hop out, the brand new rolls, bitch, know I get way too up Hit up my brand new hoe, I don't need a bitch, I'm way too stuck I had to pour up my 4 lil bitch its two inside, this cup I ain't cop that line, lil bitch, I got that zip for more Woah, woah, woah, bought a S and I barely hit it I do you bad if you wanna get it Cartier's , I see a differently Come out sick, it go to the distance All of this money don't fit in the picture Pull in the block, and they gon want a picture At this show I, hop out the, sprinter Chrome heart rings up on my head, lil bitch, that's $50,000 on me I had a boss this bitch like Creed Now your on ass like Ricky They wanna talk on me and talk on me and told, that bitch they ain't bout it Balenci all on me, Balenci all up on my tats