Letra de FMG
Was at the cookout with my other, other, other man, mm
That done got me into some motherfucking trouble man
Texas boy, the way I love it, love it, love it, man, mm
That done got me into some motherfucking trouble man
Texas boy, the way I love it, love it, love it, man, mm
All these new niggas they stealin' but it don't hit the same, uh
Feel it in your veins, uh, nigga, I love my gang
That's why I fuck my gang, mm, why I fuck my gang, uh
Ain't no play today, these ain't just 808s, uh
This a murder case, uh, this a murder case, uh
Ain't no pushin' me, uh, uh, I shake your head, it deceased, uh
Ayy, don't hit on me, uh, uh, if that boy ain't seen it
He look at that nigga still breathin', I don't know what y'all seein'
Take my shirt off, run off, then I swipe that nigga's semen
Uh, done being humble, so I had to flex
Way that I rack up my bands, make 'em sweat
Forty acres and a mule on my neck
Better to talk to me with some respect
Heard they ain't make it, I couldn't have guessed
I'll cut the RAM, my connects, they invest
And I'm chiefing the keef of a pound of the best
Doin' it right take a couple attempts
Had to keep climbing and catch the ascent
Made it look casual 'cause I'm the best
Studio gallery over our wrists
Hold on, exactly what do you suggest?
Where I'm aiming, ain't no use to a vest
When I'm on ten, I get cream
But the scene that I leave is grotesque, it's a finesse, yes
Way she throwin' it so fast you'd think she need some Tommy John
Surgery, nurse gon' pass me over, gimme that scalpel please
Diggin' through this shit like it was '06, polka jeans
Green Lamborghin' look like Bulbasaur, and his dad
Catch 'em all, bubblegum ain't allowed
Sittin' up on that terrace, drinking red wine with canteloupe
Thousand-dollar phone, what the hell I can't answer for?
I can't see the haters man, uh, Harry Potter cloak
Let this shit rock, we come in like a landslide
They don't call me up, they hit the cell, don't hit the landline
Feet up sippin' hibiscus, I'll burn my damn tongue
Sea salt on that cookie plate, I call that Atlantic crumbs
She from outta, whole friends commentating though
She from outta town, she never seen the ocean, wow
She asked me, what's my favorite place to spend a lot? Uh
That depends, like an eight dough bagel box
Feel it in your veins, uh, nigga, I love my gang
That's why I fuck my gang, mm, why I fuck my gang, uh
Ain't no play today, these ain't just 808s, uh
This a murder case, uh, this a murder case, uh
Ain't no pushin' me, uh, uh, I shake your head, it deceased, uh
Ayy, don't hit on me, uh, uh, if that boy ain't seen it
He look at that nigga still breathin', I don't know what y'all seein'
Take my shirt off, run off, then I swipe that nigga's semen
Uh, done being humble, so I had to flex
Way that I rack up my bands, make 'em sweat
Forty acres and a mule on my neck
Better to talk to me with some respect
Heard they ain't make it, I couldn't have guessed
I'll cut the RAM, my connects, they invest
And I'm chiefing the keef of a pound of the best
Doin' it right take a couple attempts
Had to keep climbing and catch the ascent
Made it look casual 'cause I'm the best
Studio gallery over our wrists
Hold on, exactly what do you suggest?
Where I'm aiming, ain't no use to a vest
When I'm on ten, I get cream
But the scene that I leave is grotesque, it's a finesse, yes
Way she throwin' it so fast you'd think she need some Tommy John
Surgery, nurse gon' pass me over, gimme that scalpel please
Diggin' through this shit like it was '06, polka jeans
Green Lamborghin' look like Bulbasaur, and his dad
Catch 'em all, bubblegum ain't allowed
Sittin' up on that terrace, drinking red wine with canteloupe
Thousand-dollar phone, what the hell I can't answer for?
I can't see the haters man, uh, Harry Potter cloak
Let this shit rock, we come in like a landslide
They don't call me up, they hit the cell, don't hit the landline
Feet up sippin' hibiscus, I'll burn my damn tongue
Sea salt on that cookie plate, I call that Atlantic crumbs
She from outta, whole friends commentating though
She from outta town, she never seen the ocean, wow
She asked me, what's my favorite place to spend a lot? Uh
That depends, like an eight dough bagel box
