Lyrics: Retro Green
Music: Cage
Blood up on the floor
it ain’t hard to weigh up grams,
Hit the strip go get it, I took trains to foreign land,
Lyca 20 sheet on credit, write my number on my hand,
I’ll teach you how to ****in sell dis shit, jail ain’t part of the plan,
But lil nigga best be ready fo it,
If it at your door,
I do not **** with no telling shit,
Get left out side your door,
Slime you out I was not smellin it, my trigger finger raw,
Ask them victims how I dealt wit it, their blood up on the floor,
Oxycodene I take 2, Perc 60 gave me powers,
They On go for hours,
I’m in the towers,
2 thousand a day I want more I ain’t proud,
Came straight from the trap **** wit out showering,
Pussy devour it,
She from Caribbean islands, golden brownin,
Foreign bitch, I take her to her room, & **** her on a balcony,
I need drugs because they help me,
Red codeine I’m so unhealthy, 15 had a bounty, big blunt by the mountains
The water is so therapeutic, the ocean like music,
20k lick he found it, Youngboy bring dat count it
it ain’t hard to weigh up grams,
Hit the strip go get it, I took trains to foreign land,
Lyca 20 sheet on credit, write my number on my hand,
I’ll teach you how to ****in sell dis shit, jail ain’t part of the plan,
But lil nigga best be ready fo it,
If it at your door,
I do not **** with no telling shit,
Get left out side your door,
Slime you out I was not smellin it, my trigger finger raw,
Ask them victims how I dealt wit it, their blood up on the floor,
I put pounds inside the car, dis hella smoke
Freaky bitch i like to choke, she stick her tongue out she on go,
I remember trappin wit a bitch, she always wanted dope,
She my runner hittin sales for me whilst im out tryna ghost,
She got cash for me, baby sell them pills,
She be popping pills for the thrill,
She don’t know how to feel,
I can teach you how to sell, when I teach you how to whip it how to work it let’s be real let’s be real,
Is you gonna stay the night with me,
Is you gonna stay the night with me,
Is you gonna stay your life with me
Are you gonna spend ur life with me,
it ain’t hard to weigh up grams,
Hit the strip go get it, I took trains to foreign land,
Lyca 20 sheet on credit, write my number on my hand,
I’ll teach you how to ****in sell dis shit, jail ain’t part of the plan,
But lil nigga best be ready fo it,
If it at your door,
I do not **** with no telling shit,
Get left out side your door,
Slime you out I was not smellin it, my trigger finger raw,
Ask them victims how I dealt wit it, their blood up on the floor,