PAROLES
[Intro]
(L1 The Producer)
Ah
(Traphouse Mob)
(Luca on the track)
Yeah
[Chorus]
Had to kick two whores out of the two-door whip ’cause I need more room
I be outside getting bread, inside new Benzy, it go vroom
Niggas just act so hard, on God, what’s a goblin to a goon?
I be all Robin jeans, all Robin ski mask, robbin’ too
I knew he was mad
This nigga a bitch and I knew he was sad
Hop in a foreign, I knew it was fast
My diamonds will blind you from inside the Jag, woah
I’ve just been gettin’ this bad
Poppin’ the Benz, these bitches is bad
And no we not friendly, so before you ask
[Verse 1]
Niggas don’t want no beef, no smoke, no rara, you get clapped
Bitch, I keep my .9 on my east, my west side, I been stayed strapped
Bad bitch stay on east side, right on my left, bitch, on my lap
Bitch I’m on my east side right now, NYC, say facts
Smoke, I get the money, you choke, uh
You niggas funny, a joke
Go the bank and I’m woke, woah, woah
I get the bread and they hope
That they can stop bein’ broke
How you asleep, but you’re woke?
[Chorus]
Had to kick two whores out of the two-door whip ’cause I need more room
I be outside getting bread, inside new Benzy, it go vroom
Niggas just act so hard, on God, what’s a goblin to a goon?
I be all Robin jeans, all Robin ski mask, robbin’ too
I knew he was mad
This nigga a bitch and I knew he was sad
Hop in a foreign, I knew it was fast
My diamonds will blind you from inside the Jag, woah
I’ve just been gettin’ this bad
Poppin’ the Benz, these bitches is bad
And no we not friendly, so before you ask
[Verse 2]
No I don’t feature, I chill at the pad, woah
You better come with a bag
You leavin’ and I’m finna do a tax
Don’t talk on my phone if you talk about packs, huh
