(nobleb3ck)

[Chorus]

Ohhh( (x3)

I be glowing with my bros, talking shit but you a hoe

AP steady stuntin on my wrist yea you know

And the backwood what i roll, we be smoking good dope

I got bands up in these trues, i be sagging thats fosho (X2)

{verse 1}

Broke boy you talk too much you talking cheap

Get the fuck away from me i got Goth Money on my tee (X2)

I know you think that you the shit, got my cutter to your face

Yea ima make you bleed, off the adderall tweaking no i can't get sleep

Shawty claim that its hate but she follow after me

Yea you better watch out you gon see me in your dreams

(angelmane)

Skinny jeans, 30 round, you can hear my Glock sound

Your bitch she gives me top, every time i count my guap

Smokin gas doing drugs rob your clique wear a mask

Catch you lacking take you down, all my homies bout that

Aiming at your head got 10 bullets in your brain

Bitch im cookin crack, like a baker doin bread

Rockin in my true jeans, every night new bitch

Ima drip king and youre always losing

(nobleb3ck)

[Chorus]

I be glowing with my bros, talking shit but you a hoe

AP steady stuntin on my wrist yea you know

And the backwood what i roll, we be smoking good dope

I got bands up in these trues, i be sagging thats fosho (X3)