Intro

Cheki What's the rada Last time I checked, I was earning a dollar Now I get hunnids, it make me go harder Exodus season, napelekwa Canaan Shawtie she givin' me sloppy top I got more strings than a fuckin mop Getting this bag till the tippy top Niggas is jealous, cause I'm getting all the guap Freebandz, no Future If its a bitch then I'm baggin' a cougar Get her wetter than a sewer Chain do be drippy, I feel like a cooler Don't cap, say the truth bruv That shit is fake, you bought it in Mtumba Kama ni shada we gettin' the good one This ain't no Sila pack, boyz alishtuka Big bag, im a chaser Jesus is Lord, and truly is my Saviour Pray every day, that I change my behaviors They think I'm bad but it's just how I'm raised up Cartier glasses, I'm in the club Weed do be foreign, I need a Dub Niko mechi, I don't need a sub Sippin' on lean and its full in the double cup Don't come up my face talkin' too much Your breathe is too bad, need a toothbrush If you talkin' gang, then we do much Yeah my niggas could get you just for two bucks New Era, yeah I'm runnin' it No Cap, yeah I'm gettin' it Get the guap, Ándale Ándale I'm next on the list you can check up the resume Nairobi, I'm runnin' the city Kaa ni kazi, then I'm always busy I really found hope in the shada Ile ii hufanya macho kunyanya Stress zero, but the money Tripple Opps really gotta punguza lingal Big bag off a fuckin' single I gotta brag it's in my position We do it cause it's gang ties Yall copy but you really lying Fake niggas on the radar Wangu huwanga mawaider Mabazenga na pia Maguzzler City on my back, yeah it might hurt All cash, spend it but invest some Shawtie don't stop, I'm about to cum Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow Pull out the Glock I'm going straight to the top And no I can't stop I'm blowing her back, give her all of the shots The volume is up, yeah I'm turning the nob The cops is outside, homie go twist the lock Get out the through the back 'Fore their pistols go pop Yeah 'Fore they catch you on scene The bitch bad in Celine The Sprite Dirty it's the lean I got demons that I gotta handle, I ain't talkin bout Fiends Yeah, yeah, yeah Tell 'em please Please, Please, Please, Please Gimme my money, my Cheese Me and the homies we all tryna Feast Ten K what I make, least I don't do Xans, I pop percies Whip in the beamer, it's no keys Yeah, yeah it's no keys Yeah, yeah it's no keys She want it raw I 'on't want kids Ballin' we go as a whole team She want a kiss, she a hoe, please Posted with Glizzy, the homies