(WRLDTOURMAFIA)
Get to running shit down
Cornballs finished real niggas back in style
Before I graduated Nigga had his cap and gown
I just rolled a eight exotic woods bigger than black and milds
I ain't petty with this dog shit you know I pass it out
Heard he crashing out
Gang hit her she got passed around
He was laughing first
ARs hit his ass who laughing na
Thumbing through it fast popped the rubber band and lost my count
Getting real racks I just laugh checking my account
I don't got no opps and if you out here finished you don't count
I'm in Louis off a xan what I spent don't know the amount
If I want it imma sip it I ain't never had a drought
Everybody gangsta now niggas sell they soul for clout
Shit I'm rich right na selling everything out
Call ky solid carter throw it to him bang it out
I got wocky color 50s nigga I can't change you out
Ain't no need to hit the field shit around foreal I'll get you dropped
Heard he cuffed a thot kinda understand got perfect top
I just blew a dub on drank this year really should've bought a watch
I can't stall you out
Ain't no stopping Mex he walk shit down
Ain't a day I don't get busy
Get fresh I don't get crispy
Just killed a four drop another deuce when it get empty
I'm on the road
Swerving doing racks in every city
You know we rock out shows the fans on go they singing with us
I'm higher than I'm suppose to be
Fours up in a simply
All these niggas hoes to me
Williams Wendy
Thousand dollar street wear don't care about no fendi I'm cool till I'm not so
Please don't tempt me
If we ain't fucking I ain't got no homegirls ain't friendly
We walking down and choppin shit up call it jet li
I took a pint and brought a eight just to jump some jet skis
Oh that's yo girl I text her crazy like give me neck pleaseee