[Intro]
Why would I switch up for a thotty?
I ain't even switch up for the money
Glock came with a beam for you dummies'
[Chorus]
Why would I switch up for a thottie?
I ain't even switch up for the money
Rockin' air signs like a dummy
Glock came with a beam for you dummies'
Cool [?], and you know I ain't braggin'
Took off, and you know I ain't landin'
Pray to god, 'cause I'm sinnin' a lot
This his gang, so we spinnin' his block
[Verse 1]
JP, that's my brother, I got him
Try me, then you might need an army
Classic bitches, I can't fuck wit' no thottie
Make a milli' but I slide in a 'rari
White tee, baby girl I'm dope boy
No cap, man, I heard he broke boy
Diss the gang, so we spinning his block
Call me Chris when we movin' them rocks
Try me and you might need a army
Christian Dior, baby girl, I'm too saucy
He a hitta', but he ain't got a body
In the trap, choppin' bricks like Karate
Ain't gang, lil' bro you a lame
New chain, guarantee he a stain
Kill switch on this, make it rain
You gon' get dropped tryna chase some fame, huhh
Bought me a Glock and it came with a button
Can't wife me a thottie, no kissin' and huggin'
Can't fuck with a ski shit, just get on her knees
Hit it one time, and you know I gotta leave
Bought her Chanel's and she's throwin' up C's
He don't want smoke 'cause he know I got blea
Big Glock, gotta stuff in my jeans
Codeine clip, when I shoot he gon' leave
[Break]
JP, that's my brother, I got him
Try me, then you might need an army
Super ski shit, I just do what I wanna
Heard his beef so I brought me a llama
Ecst's but you know I ain't laughing
Got enemies then I heard that they envy
Ain't trippin', want smoke, got plenty
Big body on my nose
[Chorus]
Why would I switch up for a thottie?
I ain't even switch up for the money
Rockin' air signs like a dummy
Glock came with a beam for you dummies'
Cool [?], and you know I ain't braggin'
Took off, and you know I ain't landin'
Pray to god, 'cause I'm sinnin' a lot
This his gang, so we spinnin' his block
[Post-Chorus]
JP, that's my brother, I got him
Try me, then you might need an army
Classic bitches, I can't fuck wit' no thottie
Make a milli' but I slide in a 'rari
White Tee, baby girl I'm dope boy
No cap, man, I heard he broke boy
Diss the gang, so we spinning his block
Call me Chris when we movin' them rocks
[Verse 2]
Came up from the bottom, the bottom
Want smoke, so we on him, I got him (Haan)
We came up from the bottom
Double G, he gon' shoot if he wanna
She a freak, she gon' do what I wanna
Put a bag on your life, I wanna
He put a bag on his partner
Got his man smoked up, marijuana
She acting good but we know she a freak
Said that he up but he still in the streets
Up on the 'gram, only time he want beef
Got whole 'lotta racks on my mind, I can't sleep
Balenci' runners, you know I can't trip
Shawty on me, said she lovin' the drip
Eyes closed, better start makin' flips
God, I ain't sinnin'
[Chorus]
Why would I switch up for a thottie?
I ain't even switch up for the money
Rockin' air signs like a dummy
Glock came with a beam for you dummies'
Cool [?], and you know I ain't braggin'
Took off, and you know I ain't landin'
Pray to god, 'cause I'm sinnin' a lot
This his gang, so we spinnin' his block
[Post-Chorus]
JP, that's my brother, I got him
Try me, then you might need an army
Classic bitches, I can't fuck wit' no thottie
Make a milli' but I slide in a 'rari
White Tee, baby girl I'm dope boy
No cap, man, I heard he broke boy
Diss the gang, so we spinning his block
Call me Chris when we movin' them rocks