Lyrics: MaryJane Mob
Music: MaryJane Mob
[DRIP]
Gotta lotta hoes gotta lotta cash
Fell in love with money fell in love with Ass
Sippin on that drank smoking on that grass (hol up)
Making fat racks always on the grind Mjm boutta go worldwide
So many rules man we don't abide
That's just a fact no one can deny
Pour up the lean now I'm super high
Pull up w my gang now we super fly
I be switching on my flows
Ain't no body snitchin on my woes
Gotta get high when I be hittin all my lows
Hol'up ask me what I love the most
G-G gotta get the money gotta get the bag
Shoot a nigga up turn him into Ash
Shut the **** up bitch you sound like trash
All I do is trap all these niggas whack
All my niggas slatt All we do is trap
Amogh on the track.
[SMOKETRIPN]
You say its all facts but i know that its cap,
My bitch super soaker know she got the wap (wap),
Reppin' the 6 this the sound of the trap (trap),
Cook up the drugs and music in the lab.
Like hol' up dialing a number thats prolly my plug he pull up with dabs (dabs)
Tryna be spiritual today I pull out my tongue and put on two tabs (tabs)
Tryna be lowkey right now, I'm onna come up can't **** with no feds (feds)
Boy tryna diss us out blue what a shame bro how can you diss on your dads (how could you)
**** is you talking 'bout if we come out it's not safe for you and your lads (not safe)
I bring out atlanta in my city when we out, out with the slatts