[Intro]
(Jxckk just want a drink)
(Thank you, GC)
[Verse 1: TrDee]
I got bread like a baker do (I got bread)
Caught him tryna get away, that's what the laser do (Come here)
Cut him off 'cause he was doin' shit that haters do
Pockets full of paper, think my new favorite color blue (Shit)
Think your bitch cheatin' on you, then she probably is (No cap)
Baby call me daddy, but, no, I ain't got no kids (I don't)
Pop him like a soda, we gon' open up his lid
It don't matter what I'm goin' through, I won't light a cig (I won't)
Three grams in the 'Wood look like a cigar (Fuck)
If I ever seen my opp out, I'm a shooting star (Frrt, frrt)
Make a wish, she closed her eyes and blew me like CD
No, I'm not from Florida, but they treat me like I'm King Cid
Feelin' like a dime, probably 'cause my bitch spent it (A lot)
Ass like Ms. Parker, but she ballin' just like Candace (Ballin')
All this paper on me, I'm the big money bandit (Ayy)
All that mean muggin', I'll leave you where you standin', nigga
[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
I just drunk a pint of Wock', I'm still standin'
High as hell on the plane, thought we was takin' off, but we was landin'
I just broke a bitch heart, now she damaged
Left her ass out the restaurant, now she stranded
I just took a nigga bitch, I'm a bandit
Finessed a white boy, he texted my phone like, "Goddamnit"
She ain't get my DM, I just spinned her, she look manly
Sales callin' back to back, just sold Zack, Cody, and Jerry
I been blowin' money fast, I feel like Terry
Fiend OD'd in my face, that shit was scary
I just did a turnaround, I feel like DZ smokin' Berry
Stuffed seven grams in a Backwood called Yummy Berries
(Jxckk just want a drink)
(Thank you, GC)
[Verse 1: TrDee]
I got bread like a baker do (I got bread)
Caught him tryna get away, that's what the laser do (Come here)
Cut him off 'cause he was doin' shit that haters do
Pockets full of paper, think my new favorite color blue (Shit)
Think your bitch cheatin' on you, then she probably is (No cap)
Baby call me daddy, but, no, I ain't got no kids (I don't)
Pop him like a soda, we gon' open up his lid
It don't matter what I'm goin' through, I won't light a cig (I won't)
Three grams in the 'Wood look like a cigar (Fuck)
If I ever seen my opp out, I'm a shooting star (Frrt, frrt)
Make a wish, she closed her eyes and blew me like CD
No, I'm not from Florida, but they treat me like I'm King Cid
Feelin' like a dime, probably 'cause my bitch spent it (A lot)
Ass like Ms. Parker, but she ballin' just like Candace (Ballin')
All this paper on me, I'm the big money bandit (Ayy)
All that mean muggin', I'll leave you where you standin', nigga
[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
I just drunk a pint of Wock', I'm still standin'
High as hell on the plane, thought we was takin' off, but we was landin'
I just broke a bitch heart, now she damaged
Left her ass out the restaurant, now she stranded
I just took a nigga bitch, I'm a bandit
Finessed a white boy, he texted my phone like, "Goddamnit"
She ain't get my DM, I just spinned her, she look manly
Sales callin' back to back, just sold Zack, Cody, and Jerry
I been blowin' money fast, I feel like Terry
Fiend OD'd in my face, that shit was scary
I just did a turnaround, I feel like DZ smokin' Berry
Stuffed seven grams in a Backwood called Yummy Berries
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