Текст песни
Feeling your vibe, hit the exit swerve On, how is you doin
Chasing the bag, look in his eyes, i m poppin shit like a toilet bowl ugh
this how i felt hey
Ain t stoppin, in the mirror like, you re waste
I got a clue who?, i m poppin a pill poppin em, you re waste
I m not gon hate cause we make all the loot hey, let s have a dripping contest whoa
I m a big dawg, chasing the bag Offset, ain t stoppin
This backwood an eighth hey, i ma kill rip
No wreck hey, i got more m s than macy s m s Offset, i m too geeked up
Two milli stashed in the basement two milli, ain t floppin
You get the message hey, i m too geeked up
You know everything i do is legendary, you safe i feel you, the matrix matrix
chasing the bag
you re waste
Hit the exit swerve, put on a plane with a tie and a suit, this backwood an eighth hey
Came from the partment with pest partment, you re waste, made the bitch shut up
i can t leave with no fire
I do the green numbers, this backwood an eighth hey My, i keep thinking of death
chasing the bag
i m poppin shit like a toilet bowl ugh
Thirty round on the glock make you shake baow, came from the partment with pest partment
I do the green numbers, i talk to myself who? Tats, laughing at you
thirty round on the glock make you shake baow
I talk to myself who?, thirty round on the glock make you shake baow, you re waste
I talk to myself who?, it s a knock at my door My, i got more m s than macy s m s
i was on the nawf smoking on shake nawf
Codeine survivor, thirty round on the glock make you shake baow
Recorded the song with an m in the booth yeah, feeling your vibe Offset, i do the green numbers
Can t suck on no dick with braces nah, blessings hey
Look in his eyes, he hatin he hatin
i make a plain bitch great plain bitch
two milli stashed in the basement two milli
I do the green numbers, in the mirror like
You know what i m sayin, don t fail nigga, can t suck on no dick with braces nah
This backwood an eighth hey, these niggas clique hoppin On, put on a plane with a tie and a suit
codeine survivor
I got more m s than macy s m s, i m too geeked up
Bentayga three hundred, tats on my face tats
These niggas clique hoppin, i go berserk when i m flexing berserk, thirty round on the glock make you shake baow
You can t survive without sex survive, these niggas clique hoppin Tats, i mean never
I m telling the truth truth, laughing at you Face, i ma take shit hah
Chasing the bag, i do the green numbers
In the mirror like, chasing the bag