tell lil horse to bring his shoe 'cause this shit too
big sticks for that rah rah
i think the baby need his bah-bah
we swing doors just to get the guap
count your sins jit 'fore you mess it up
tired of fuckin' with the bitch
where you was when i was starvin' bruh
carvin' all these niggas out my picture
i just put a bean in my boot for the party
i done put some lean in my cup so i feel naughty
i don't fuck with these niggas
you can tell by how they quiet
probably thought i was the pilot
let me know if you rockin'
think he want some smoke but give his ass some broccoli
my bitch yeah she bad with brazilian to her pockets
see i'm blowin' like a rocket
remember i had crumbs now i got bread in my pockets
oh i got bread in my pockets
blue racks and they can't stop it
'cause i'ma come back then i drop it
i'm just let the beat rockin'
i'ma come back then i drop it
without my niggas ain't no we
put that shit up on the shelf
'cause when we come in we gon' wreck
that shit over for them there
put that shit up on the shelf
'cause when we comin' we gon' rap
and bitch i'm bomin' with the sack
ho you heard through the grapevine