Автор: brook oba rowland, Samuel Kenney, Ametria Elder
Композитор: brook oba rowland, Samuel Kenney, Ametria Elder
Текст
Riding wit my arm out on the eway....
If you owe me, you don’t get no leeway...
Lil baby hit my line, I’m on thee way
She ain’t suckin, imma spin her like a dj....
Never stress a hoe
That’s pish posh
Don’t go back and forth
Bish kick rocks
Armani jogger on
Bish drip drop
Might fuck her in some all whites
Not flip flops
To the tip top
Bitch let’s elevate
Bro dropped another opp
Bitch let’s celebrate
Back to thuggin since
Dropped all my felonies...
Shoot yo shit up,
Until I see ghost....
Now you Elle Mai
Huh....
Riding wit my arm out on the eway....
If you owe me, you don’t get no leeway...
All this gold on me
Im like a sweepstakes
Yo man bought you nothing
He a cheap skate
Stick hang off my hip,
You better behave......
My brotha was a Killa
Since the 5th grade
Poppa told me years ago
That we str8.....
….AND YOU GAY!