[00:02.431]Im ridin' with all that money must be why I keep a stick
[00:06.609]My shoes forever tied so you know I can never trip
[00:09.894]L462
[00:13.292]Spark up spark up
[00:14.354]Blind to all that **** shit must be why I keep a stick
[00:17.021]My shoes forever tied so you know I can never trip
[00:20.486]Ranch 'cuz I be dressing straight designer, bitch I drip
[00:24.290]Crop him out the picture with this cannon on my hip
[00:28.028]And this cannon got a red dot
[00:30.325]Aim for headshots
[00:31.569]Cut his dreadlocks
[00:32.810]Hope he got his ID, 'cuz his ass might get his head popped
[00:36.295]Better not, got a bread knot from that med drop
[00:40.065]Young but I be trappin' to them fiends who need them meds popped
[00:43.852]Got no regrets so watch how you step, **** 'round and get stepped on
[00:47.053]And them boys watch up on me 'cuz they know I got this tec on me
[00:50.848]And I hang 'round some savages who walk like they got vests on
[00:54.647]Put bullets on a Glock and shoot this bitch until yo neck gone
[00:58.279]Gucci shoes look like a lick when I was running from 12
[01:01.906]My past been catchin' up I hope I don't end up in that cell
[01:05.268]Y'all only focus on my wrongs but I've been tryna prevail
[01:08.759]It's always **** 'em that's forever let my die when I fell
[01:12.692]Blind to all that **** shit must be why I keep a stick
[01:15.951]My shoes forever tied so you know I can never trip
[01:19.491]Ranch 'cuz I be dressing straight designer, bitch I drip
[01:23.174]Crop him out the picture with this cannon on my hip
[01:26.771]And this cannon got a red dot
[01:28.907]Aim for headshots
[01:30.550]Cut his dreadlocks
[01:31.975]Hope he got his ID, 'cuz his ass might get his head popped
[01:35.507]Better not, got a bread knot from that med drop
[01:39.284]Young but I be trappin' to them fiends who need them meds popped
[01:43.002]I got this cannon on my hip and im gon' blow trepid say so
[01:46.119]Hoes they got to packin', you know he bringing me pesos
[01:50.076]Invested in the trap but I still rock, that's just to lay low (aye, aye)
[01:56.196]Mix drugs with Faygo
[01:58.119]'Cuz I still be livin' fast and hittin' licks and kicking doors
[02:01.230]Bitches hit my phone when I got cheese man I be mixin' hoes
[02:05.020]And I got designer Gucci, Prada I be mixin' clothes
[02:08.804]50s and them 20s and them blue strips I be mixin' dough
[02:12.415]Blind to all that **** shit must be why I keep a stick
[02:15.097]My shoes forever tied so you know I can never trip
[02:18.665]Ranch 'cuz I be dressing straight designer, bitch I drip
[02:22.412]Crop him out the picture with this cannon on my hip
[02:26.163]And this cannon got a red dot
[02:28.009]Aim for headshots
[02:29.679]Cut his dreadlocks
[02:31.012]Hope he got his ID, 'cuz his ass might get his head popped
[02:34.407]Better not, got a bread knot from that med drop
[02:38.314]Young but I be trappin' to those fiends who need them meds popped
[02:42.913]Young but I be trappin to those fiends who need them meds popped
[02:55.782]L462