[Chorus]
Bitch I come from dirty houses, roaches running 'round cocaine stains on the counter
Cousin and my brother slang that shit, my mom ain’t want me 'round 'em
Slide strikers, tryna spark a fire, we some crazy bastards
Court days and open court cases, they don’t even matter
High speed, swervin' AMGs, cut on RPD
Papi one of the greatest to ever do this shit, nigga, arguably
Amiri buying, Louis rockin', Rick coppin' money swiper
Mr. Papi, don't stop it, put this shit in subtitles
[Verse]
.3 Double-0's, ARP's, I look like a Pakistene
Pack-a-Punch the Glock and try and pack that bitch back in my jeans
Vroom-vroom-vroom-vroom, we gon' get off any scene
She going to school to be a nurse, these bitches’ll tell you anything
Mochi weed, Testarossa V, just coasting up the street
My toaster close to me, right where it’s supposed to be
I ain't even had to lift my mask up, they still know it’s me
Sixty thousand dollar watch, I'm chilling in the lowest V
Nigga I'm a chain swinging, gang banging, 'caine slanging trap nigga
Gat toting, pack smoking, rack throwing trap nigga
Glock clutching, thot fucking, pop busting trap nigga
Lane switching, ’caine shifter, damn, I'm just that nigga
Auntie call for prescriptions, I be on my way, baby, give me like 30
I almost took lil bro face off with a G17, stop fucking with 30s
Nigga I be way too high to function, I still can drive, I don't crash for nothing
They got you gassed, I blast the button
Get on you fast, your casket coming
Might nod out when I'm driving, I just be slidin', I'm Perc' abusing
Wake out the bed, my kidney hurt
If I ain't got no juice I might lose it
They hit your block, then he got dropped, then stood over and all you did was make music
Niggas be rapping 'bout all of that killer shit, when you gon' get out the stu' and prove it?
Bitch I come from dirty houses, roaches running 'round cocaine stains on the counter
Cousin and my brother slang that shit, my mom ain’t want me 'round 'em
Slide strikers, tryna spark a fire, we some crazy bastards
Court days and open court cases, they don’t even matter
High speed, swervin' AMGs, cut on RPD
Papi one of the greatest to ever do this shit, nigga, arguably
Amiri buying, Louis rockin', Rick coppin' money swiper
Mr. Papi, don't stop it, put this shit in subtitles
[Verse]
.3 Double-0's, ARP's, I look like a Pakistene
Pack-a-Punch the Glock and try and pack that bitch back in my jeans
Vroom-vroom-vroom-vroom, we gon' get off any scene
She going to school to be a nurse, these bitches’ll tell you anything
Mochi weed, Testarossa V, just coasting up the street
My toaster close to me, right where it’s supposed to be
I ain't even had to lift my mask up, they still know it’s me
Sixty thousand dollar watch, I'm chilling in the lowest V
Nigga I'm a chain swinging, gang banging, 'caine slanging trap nigga
Gat toting, pack smoking, rack throwing trap nigga
Glock clutching, thot fucking, pop busting trap nigga
Lane switching, ’caine shifter, damn, I'm just that nigga
Auntie call for prescriptions, I be on my way, baby, give me like 30
I almost took lil bro face off with a G17, stop fucking with 30s
Nigga I be way too high to function, I still can drive, I don't crash for nothing
They got you gassed, I blast the button
Get on you fast, your casket coming
Might nod out when I'm driving, I just be slidin', I'm Perc' abusing
Wake out the bed, my kidney hurt
If I ain't got no juice I might lose it
They hit your block, then he got dropped, then stood over and all you did was make music
Niggas be rapping 'bout all of that killer shit, when you gon' get out the stu' and prove it?
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