Lyrics:
Backwoods stuffed with a 3.5
When I creep by, probably throwin' peace signs out the window
I'm busy, I ain't got time for pretendin'
Yeah, hit her
yeah, yeah
I just stuffed a stick in my brand new pants, yeah, yeah
He didn't take the stand, straight out the can, he straight to bands, yeah (hey)
So
Money mantra
Hundred racks plus, duffle bag stuffed
Better not slip, I'ma crash ya
You ain't shot shit, get your stats up
Kept it stitch lipped,
that got stuffed in some jeans
Just one more day that you don't find true love
No, you don't know what it means
Did you ever take the time to
Think
I was chasing on the rock, like I was Pac Man
Sold my own work, never had your Pac man
Shots a leave a nigga packed man
Stuffed in a box man
Just hot
stuffed up in my clothes
I got little bad mamas, that they wanna come and go
I got big, thick, scent presents all the blunts is rolled (Yeah!)
Now we finna
You know how I'm rocking Yea
No time for the talkin, one word your get stuffed like a stockin
Jus like some flies how these niggas be dropping
And I
emeralds is stuffed in my jeans
Fly like I'm Tails but i don't got wings
I give Amy dick because she a feen
Gotta go fast, gotta fast speed it up like i'm
never changed up
Prada on my waist she's tryna fuck with me today
Pockets stuffed I'm not glad to see you came
Spent a band on Carti
I'm not popping
50 Clip stuffed with some heavy Metal jackets cause them bitches Rip through teflon
One phone call niggas pull up Bttrr bttrr now yo chest gone
I stuffed all these pockets in these Prada jeans
Maybe that's the reason why she calling me
There's no point in you tryna get over me
I need it
I slap em,you be acting stuffed but rockin it on a Samsung
Just like G,I'm young rich and handsome
Everbody know that this shit is not random
Don't
os stuffed in car
3 Of them hoes giving us top no we don't cuff lovin no bop
No we don't cuff loving no thot no oh
If you my bro pick an call I got
Champagne bottles man we about to turn it up
Azul sippin'
No Henny in my cup
Big Ls Smokin'
All these runtz getting stuffed
20 Bad bitches said they about
Benjamin's uh
I got dead people stuffed all in my pants ya (Bitch)
Fuck yo mans uh
Vvs chain all these diamonds they dance ha (Yeah)
Pop my shit
They
Blue hunnits pockets stay stuffed
Couple real niggas in the cut
Everybody wit me cuttin up
Fake niggas we ain't showing love
I stay around from that
Floating in abyss
Remember I ain't have shit
Palace bookbag stuffed with cash till it rip
Niggas say they real but they really ain't legit
200K stuffed in a Louis
I ain't come to play with you niggas this summer I promise to god ima lose it
I came for the profit
Just tell me who got it
those emotions that I got
My heart got stolen, give it up
Maybe I overthink this stuff
Painpills how I get stuffed
It's all my fault I have no luck
Maybe
Down Gotta new crib With no neighbors now
I stuffed a Drum in this Bitch It Hold 80 Rounds Niggas they Know i don't Play Around
Don't fuck wit the opps
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Highly determined
I don't fuck wit lames
I got 30 racks stuffed in these balmains
Bad bitch wit me she say she don't do lames
time of the year
You've always miss us
But this time we are here
Look at Granny she looks chuffed
Coz the turkeys really stuffed
We'll spend our
100 racks stuffed in my pocket
Don't gotta ask me you know that I got it
Water on me steady dripping no faucet
Glocky on me had to catch me a body
Go check my wrist, my wrist go check my Rollie
Diamonds stuffed inside that bitch like ravioli
Go check my wrist, my wrist go check my Rollie
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