I told my momma I′m gon' get that GLE Friday morning, got the beat up loud while, I slide down
Peach tree street, One of them guys, before they put eyes on it
had done overly peeped She like to look at the boy, when we on it
Baby is overly freaky, doped up locked in, overly drinkin′
Black shade, Ray Charles, nobody see me Don't need no key, gotta go to the v
In motion, ready to go for the sweep
Im loaded, grabbin' my army fatigue
Baby girl said she wanna walk with the boss and she know what it is when she talkin′ to me
Fresh as fuck, they wanna stalk me Look like a coffin, that make it harder for me
Dripped out bankroll, she wanna link Walk like a model, I know that it′s pink
Speedin' on za, burnt a hole in the seat Soon as you pop it, the plays start to ring
My phone jump like the vertimax
We really in gym, you ain′t heard of that
Tryna sting like a bee where your heart at got her ass on my lap where my car at
Mister smoke some, where the cigar at I'ma give her my heart than fall back
I′m protectin' my head like a heart hat We in the crib, got my hand where her part at
She like that go man, her favorite artist only spit propane, got me for arsen
You can have anything, you got to want it
I told my momma I′m gon' get that GLE Friday morning, got the beat up loud while, I slide down
Peach tree street, One of them guys, before they put eyes on it
had done overly peeped She like to look at the boy, when we on it
Baby is overly freaky, doped up locked in, overly drinkin'
Black shade, Ray Charles, nobody see me Don′t need no key, gotta go to the v
In motion, ready to go for the sweep
Im loaded, grabbin′ my army fatigue
Baby girl said she wanna walk with the boss and she know what it is when she talkin' to me
Fresh as fuck, they wanna stalk me Look like a coffin, that make it harder for me
In the trap nodding off, but ain′t nobody sleep
Ain't a real one, you ain′t really feedin' your peeps Can′t even speak bout that shit, we done did in them sheets
Say she with yo, then I got that lil' shit on the leash
Coupe drive itself, I ain't need, got a back back Street punk, come on the block, he get laughed at
Freak ho, she tryna come to the Wolf pack geeked up, turn the straight eight to a hellcat
Niggas ain′t ready for smoke Niggas ain′t ready for pressure
Bitch said she ready to go Bulletproof black truck, movin' official
These niggas to cry by the hoe Fuck what you think that she do on that Finsta
Told my momma my foot on they throat I need that spec, the chrome heart edition
I told my momma I′m gon' get that GLE Friday morning, got the beat up loud while, I slide down
Peach tree street, One of them guys, before they put eyes on it
had done overly peeped She like to look at the boy, when we on it
Baby is overly freaky, doped up locked in, overly drinkin′
Black shade, Ray Charles, nobody see me Don't need no key, gotta go to the v
In motion, ready to go for the sweep
Im loaded, grabbin′ my army fatigue
Baby girl said she wanna walk with the boss and she know what it is when she talkin' to me
Fresh as fuck, they wanna stalk me Look like a coffin, that make it harder for me
