Текст песни
I make a hater kill himself, you know i m still a hood nigga Yung, nigga take a seat
I be rollin jet fuel, they chest bigger
i had to take a step back cause i m ahead of my days
you know i m still a hood nigga
You do it for the fame, i can t jog with ya, i make competition with myself gettin better
Don t understand, ridin through the hood Simmie, you next nigga
They tried to crop me out the big picture, they gon switch on you when they think that you change
I ll buy the stretcher, i make a hater kill himself, i be sittin low
Ashes on my coat, i m leanin off a four Og, ashes on my coat
This niggas soft as my leather, i make a hater kill himself, i be rollin jet fuel
I don t like to brag, micheal jackson i got moves on the dance floor, ashes on my coat
That s a hit and go, and i can never save a bitch i ain t god nigga Simmie, i m talkin bout the game
I m prolly sprintin to the money, you next nigga
I m never worried about the next nigga, white bitch doin coke, i don t like to brag
I m leanin on a four, she give me throat
Backwoods from the corner store, i m leanin off a four
I make em dinner, then she gotta go, i m bout my cheese no mozzarella
I gotta stay solid, i m legendary don t compare me to these rap niggas Yung, ashes on my coat
White bitch doin coke, i don t like to brag
tinted windows
On to the next nigga, i m smokin blunts with the devil on this balcony Simmie, and i can never save a bitch i ain t god nigga
i blow the smoke and disappear like a magic show
my checks bigger
i make a hater kill himself
gotta stay true to the game
My bars iller, got shorty texting me like
i be sittin low
She give me throat, ridin through the hood, my checks bigger
on to the next nigga
tinted windows
when you comin back?
My balls bigger, they chest bigger Simmie, backwoods with some og in it
No competition when i m diggin in my bag, if you talkin money it s in my pocket where my hands go
i m legendary don t compare me to these rap niggas
i don t smoke swishers
Backwoods from the corner store, i m talkin bout the game, i ll buy the stretcher
this niggas soft as my leather
you know i m still a hood nigga
i don t like to brag
She give me throat, i make em dinner
I don t like to brag, then she gotta go
I be sittin low, my checks bigger Simmie, tinted windows
Then she gotta go, i got money on my brain
no competition when i m diggin in my bag
I can t jog with ya, no competition when i m diggin in my bag Simmie, nigga take a seat
then she gotta go
My balls bigger, i m prolly steppin out the fog nigga, you do it for the fame