Untitled Song

I got the drop in the front of the whip and yo trust me that shit is not

regular

You get caught with that shit im just minding my business get locked

Up in county or federal

That stuff is not medical leaned out I cannot see straight they put me on a

pedestal

Im just counting my revenue puffing on residue getting that green like a

vegetable

 

I got the killers and I got the drillers

Look at my skin man my shit is vanilla

Dropping the top so im popping the chopper out

Talking that shit I pull up to yo mama house

 

 

 

Meet me on the side of the road

I do this shit

 

 

 

 

Aint no success

Its prolly a problem i aint gonna stress

Even tho i fucking know that im next

I aint taking no breaks when im counting these checks