Droppin´ bodies, we ride out, they droppin´ tears Got dirty money like cleats on a soccer player I´ll buy an opp pack, and blow that shit in the air
They talk about me, but I don´t care Engine in the back, the trunk is not in the rear With a bad bitch, the wind blowin´ through her hair Pop me a pill, just like Wheezy, I´m outta here (Wheezy outta here) Battlin´ all of my darkest fears
My price make them scratch on they head, but they book me Stayed on the grind, ten years is what it took me Like I left the oven on, I´m burnin´ cookies Say they gon´ touch me, I wish that they would Walk with my chest out, I never get shook (Shook) I work the pot like I know how to cook Hit up my ex any time ´cause I could Keep me a stick, I ain´t knockin´ on wood
Never rely on my luck when I pop out I make a call, they gon´ pull up and hop out (Brr) Paint you, we draw for the chopper, like chop, chop Slide in the ´Vette, we gon´ shoot out the drop top (Brrt) .50 round drum, turn his shirt to a crop top Like a track meet, doin´ laps on the opp block Don´t beat my meat, I be fuckin´ on thot, thots Flooded out fully, no, this ain´t no stopwatch (Woo) My whip expensive, can´t go through a car wash Bought it in cash, took it right off the car lot Smoke out the pound, got some pressure to burn off Got some money counters, I don´t gotta turn off If checks are involved, then you know I´m all for it
Slide in the ´Ventador, liftin´ my doors My shooter got a mop, but it´s not for the floor Your girl come around, make her walk on all fours
Droppin´ bodies, we ride out, they droppin´ tears Got dirty money like cleats on a soccer player I´ll buy an opp pack, and blow that shit in the air They talk about me, but I don´t care Engine in the back, the trunk is not in the rear With a bad bitch, the wind blowin´ through her hair Pop me a pill, just like Wheezy, I´m outta here Battlin´ all of my darkest fears
My price make them scratch on they head, but they book me Stayed on the grind, ten years is what it took me
Like I left the oven on, I´m burnin´ cookies Say they gon´ touch me, I wish that they would Walk with my chest out, I never get shook I work the pot like I know how to cook Hit up my ex any time ´cause I could Keep me a stick, I ain´t knockin´ on wood