S2G Songtext

The rocks out, watch, I'm really a fiend

Bitch, we the best, I'm the best, I'm still in the Panamеra
I'm on a perk and I'm fuckin' that bitch and it sound like a hammer
Thеse niggas broke, I swear that they need money
These niggas ain't men, I swear that they need Pampers
I'm off the Xan, and the Xan, and the Xan, and the Xan, and the Xan, and the Xan again
Uhh, yeah, gimme the one [?]
Hop in that bitch, yeah, [?], you can't even see me now
We finna spin that block, you better not go take a walk
I just popped another stick, I'm noddin' off
Uhh-uhh, uhh-uhh
Uhh-uhh, ooooh

Yeah, I'm walkin' in with the money
I walk in this bitch with all of the money
I fuck on that bitch, put my dick in her tummy
I swear to God (Uh), swear to God (Uh), swear to God (Uh), swear to God (Uh)
Swear to God (Uh), swear to God (Uh), swear to God (Uh), swear to God (Uh)
Borrow your receipt, borrow your receipt Borrow your receipt, you ain't got no money
I got some guap and it came with some cheese
I got that new bitch, she Vietnamese
I gotta pop on a Xan 'fore I sip on the lean
The rocks out, watch, I'm really a fiend

I'm higher than him

Pussy ass niggas, [?] can't follow back
Boy, I heard your track, cut that off, that shit fuckin' wack
I get up on the beat, heat it up, I'm the sauna
Me and EDD ran up a bag, and I'm coppin' that
Textin' mama, I was freakin' that
Know I got hella racks, text your bitch and I won't give her back
Ran up a bag off these raps
[?], aphrodisiac
I'm with the crew, and we sippin' on Goose
We sat up with the blue, I feel like DJ Screw
R.I.P DJ Screw, boy, you know how we do
Nigga run up on me, choppa knock his crew loose
I'm rockin' Moncler, this not Canada Goose
In love with the X and it make me feel loose
Designer, designer, designer, [?] in Rick Owens, [?]
I told my bitch, might aswell get on the chat
Please don't mention your ex 'cause that nigga's a pest
I'ma always be real, so you don't gotta stress
'Cause you know I'm the best, 'cause I want to impress
We poppin' a Xan and it's pressed
Ain't no Fentanyl drugs, they just from CVS
Bitch love my bitch, and all three of us lift
My bitch fuckin' with me 'cause she know I'm the shit
Too much ice on my wrist, it's gon' fuck up the pic
Intercepted his pack like he just threw a pick
I can't fuck with no broke bitch, she ridin' the dick
She can't fuck with you because you has been sick
Forty-two on my wrist and it's makin' 'em sick
One day I'll be up, I know they can see it
Ayy, you count the guap, gotta prove it
X and the rocks got me zooted
Look at my cup, it's polluted
Hop from that Trackhawk, that Jeep [?]
Niggas be mad 'cause they bitches is choosin'

Yeah, I'm walkin' in with the money
I walk in this bitch with all of the money
I fuck on that bitch, put my dick in her tummy
I swear to God (Uh), swear to God (Uh), swear to God (Uh), swear to God (Uh)
Swear to God (Uh), swear to God (Uh), swear to God (Uh), swear to God (Uh)
Borrow your receipt, borrow your receipt
Borrow your receipt, you ain't got no money
I got some guap and it came with some cheese
I got that new bitch, she Vietnamese
I gotta pop on a Xan 'fore I sip on the lean
The rocks out, watch, I'm really a-