歌词
Buddha bless this beat
*****
Where my ************* stack
Why them 20's in the front?
Why them 100's in the back?
Show me what you got
Bring it back for some cash
I'm a self made product, ***** I look like a bag, I'ma **** 'em
Know you, now I mean it
I'ma put a ***** on Front Street if you don't believe it
Ask your *************, friends I'ma do it
I'm that ***** with the, AK, I'ma shoot it
Like a, ******* who in love like a cupid
If a ***** cross me up, on my mother, boy he stupid
Dead man, walking
Drop tape posin', Grand Ave' skrtin'
Bad *****, big booty, and she twerkin'
Ain't no flockin', I'm in Stockholm, why you stalking
Twerkin' off a sidekick, like I'm Robin
**** have a morning 'til the neighbors come a knockin'
Only time a ***** sweat when a ***** joggin'
I can't take advice from someone who gotta clock in
That's a Fenti, got two Bentleys, white and green
One Ferrari, all red like Supreme
Your *****, I made love in front the team
Try to cross me out, do you know what that mean
You a dead man, walking
Drop tape posin', Grand Ave' skrtin'
Bad *****, big booty, and she twerkin'
Ain't no flockin', I'm in Stockholm, why you stalking damn
Damn