This shit roll
I was in the blackhouse
This shit
This shit roll go
Breaking down honeycomb next to a yellow bone
Mixed with Italian no dressing on
I took a trip to LA back in twenty eight-teen
Swear it felt like my second home
Bout a month prior to that got a message from cardo on how he would put me on
They didn't believe me but now it don't matter cause my nigga tagged on every song
Shit brazy
She a na na
Too basic
Slide around old whip old faces
Meet drew meet grant meet franklin
Through the back door I'm gone racing
New pianos in bro nem basement
Can't lie that's a risk worth taking
Get fried whole crew went bacon
Slide
On a opp for any reason
Next week need a deacon
Damn looks can be deceiving
Pray for summer in the fall dan call like boy you fucking up the season
Never play to make it even
Play until a mother grieving ahh
Aye
Uhh
Eww Eww
Uh yea
This bitch roll roll
Hands out to pick up the load
Need every crumb watch me scrap out the bowl uh
Bass bass bass
Making the windows shake like woah
I'm like okay I'm straight but wait
I can't sign this ima need more O's
Uh
My click
My bro
My shit
I look
Spot shit
Dread head
Pop shit
Through the murda I cruise out the six
Check me out as I clean out the list
My bro
Pop shit
Dread head
Pop shit
This shit roll
I was in the blackhouse
This shit
This shit roll
Go
It's like
It's like everywhere I go they
They jocking my steez
It's the steez
Like you can rap you can
You can perform but
Do you got the steez
Huh
Grab for the nine
Roll up my