Tekst piosenki
We gon get it poppin
He be sending shots but in reality he ain’t stoppin shit
Told me that I elevated bitch I ain’t even started yet
Custie call me phone he ask me ay you got them boxes in
I told him give me 20 I ain’t far I’m just around the bend
Snapchat me them bands when you in the trap
If he playin with funny money I can’t do that
Say he wanna break up baby I was tryna stack it up
And we be eatin good I flip that fetty with a spatula
Get my ass behind the wheel I swear to God that ima whip it
We ain’t in the same bracket you only count double digits
He ain’t tryna get a bag for real it’s sad he got a sickness
Must of thought I was a genie baby I ain’t grantin wishes
If I ever aim it up I promise you I ain’t gon miss it
You let hoes fuck up the vision
You be suspect I can’t mix it
I could see him in the mirror he get dusted when I’m dippin
He was actin like a bitch and I can’t see it any different
4 gram woods go put that bitch up on the scale
I’m smokin gucci shit be gas I light that shit up by the bail
Think I took too much he said it’s short I told his ass oh well
All I know applyin pressure if they push up give em hell
They hate me cuz a bitch gon do it better how it’s supposed to be
Quick to pull the trigger bitch I’m lethal like some mercury
Was taught to get the guap this shit ain’t come with no directory
Askin questions couldn’t tell you I don’t know it’s in my arteries
All that fake love shit be comedy they tryna get next to me
I call my plug the God cuz when I hit him he be blessin me
Gave em water they ain’t drink it that’s your fault it ain’t my mess to clean
Choppa get to singin love the sound when it spit melodies
My baby say he love me stickin to me like a felony
Play with me no hesitation turn you into celery
Get stacks invest em back we up forever that’s my specialty
Keep back to backin woods bitch I can’t help it got a tendency
