PAROLES
[Intro]
Fa-fa, fft-pee, gang
(Sensei, I hate you)
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm-mmm, uh
[Chorus]
Don’t hit my phone if you on some dumb shit
Fuck your ho from the back, damn, shawty bussin’
That boy went pale when I seen him in public
I know some Alias shooters, they bustin’
Spent a band on these Dior pants or something
Your bitch on her hands and knees, she suckin’
But I ain’t a ho, what you tryna do though?
Wake up in the AM and pourin’ up two fours
I feel like Kobe Bryant ’cause I got two .4’s
I’m getting my bands up, long live Veno
Took shots at the opps, feelin’ like a free throw
I’m a limitless shooter, I’m shooting from deep though
Want a feature from me, nigga, it ain’t for free though
I’m getting my chips, nigga, no Fritos
Shout out my brothers, they bringing in kilos
These niggas be squares like the pizzas at Lеdo’s
[Verse]
If I pass you the stick, is you really gon’ blow that bitch?
Said he got a tool but hе never show that shit
We pop out at the show and we turn up that bitch
These niggas be mad, they bitch turn up my disc
He flexin’ on the ‘Gram, we make him a lick
These niggas be fans, they just asked for a pic
Made a lot of new friends, I ain’t ask for that shit
But mama always told me, “Rack it up”
I’ma get me a bad ass bitch and I’ma sack it up
Mixtape trash, nigga need to wrap it up
Spend a lot of money, nigga, gotta add it up
If a nigga act funny, then he gettin’ cut
I’m destined for this shit, nigga, this ain’t luck
Your bitch buss on my tip, nigga, when she suck
Shawty wanna fuck on me because I’m up
Glock 19 lay his ass down like a rug
[Chorus]
Don’t hit my phone if you on some dumb shit
Fuck your ho from the back, damn, shawty bussin’
That boy went pale when I seen him in public
I know some Alias shooters, they bustin’
Spent a band on these Dior pants or something
Your bitch on her hands and knees, she suckin’
But I ain’t a ho, what you tryna do though?
Wake up in the AM and pourin’ up two fours
I feel like Kobe Bryant ’cause I got two .4’s
I’m getting my bands up, long live Veno
Took shots at the opps, feelin’ like a free throw
I’m a limitless shooter, I’m shooting from deep though
Want a feature from me, nigga, it ain’t for free though
I’m getting my chips, nigga, no Fritos
Shout out my brothers, they bringing in kilos
These niggas be squares like the pizzas at Ledo’s
