Lyrics: Farrell Dion Brewster
Music: Farrell Dion Brewster
We run around town
Me and Cayo are smokin' on grabba, hit if you want some
Feel like TayK, I do the race, then take you for ransom
No Lil' Tecca, 2-0, that is a record
You want your girl, come get her
under the weather
I got chop on me, yeah, a Beretta
You and your niggas sip green
Your bitch sippin' on the red
Girl, you know that I do miss you
Think I don't, 'cause I don't kiss you
I got a side piece, I'm talkin' pistol
She blow my dick like a whistle
Me and Cay' sippin' on Tris, yeah
When I see you, bae, I'm blissful
Talkin' 'bout bread, got a fistful
I just stack bread, I'm a shooter
Keep a rocket at your medulla
I keep a BK on me, nigga, not talkin' 'bout Rula
Think that you better than me, nigga, well, you is a fool
Said he want a feat', yeah, for the fee
I got a bad bitch that's on me
Me and the gang smokin' on trees
I ain't been sober in a week
High as ****, smokin' weed
We run around town
Me and Cayo are smokin' on grabba, hit if you want some
Feel like TayK, I do the race, then take you for ransom
No Lil' Tecca, 2-0, that is a record
You want your girl, come get her
under the weather
I got chop on me, yeah, a Beretta
You and your niggas sip green
Your bitch sippin' on the red