Yeah
Chilling with my bro we in them double black suburbans
F*cking on my girl in that back I had to roll down the curtains
So much money in my pockets yeah it got them hurting
We got them masks yeah we used to hit them licks and we love to play with sticks
I'm a pyromaniac you know I love to start shit
Pull up in a starship
Hit that little bitch from the back she got both hands gripping back
Bust down on the boy that be lacking
I got money stacking
I got dawgs tracking
I got mags and .9s
Yeah my girl fine dime
But shit getting sour like a old lemon
After committing crimes I feel like a felon with some good mental health but twin cannot tell that its really just my shell
I feel likе im super cell
Cuz im on that future shit
Nеver hit or miss, always this or that
And you know damn well I know what's popping next
And I'm only dropping banger hits bitch
Yeah
Super cell cuz we on that f*cking future shit
I just copped the bag yeah you know that we made major quid
I got hoes they had and they f*cking on some Dorekish
Lambo all black KKK yeah we hanging niggs
Where the Yeat bells i get bands yeah I'm stacking up
Pull up in hell kill the devil caught him lacking bruh
Opp tried to fight but he tapped out said he had enough
Nigga dropped his purse it's fake louis caught him in his bluff
Where the weed at? where the hoes where the kush
Where my team at where the bros where my puss
I gon' lean back have a sip, I'm talking mud
Grave I pee at, he a hoe he a crook
I keep straps on my body in case i get jumped but I don't f*ck with violence
Psych, come and get some
Bleeding on the floor turn that nigga to a donut
He not a demon slayer but he know how to take pumps
(What?)
(Yuh)