[Intro]
What up though, Seth?
Where we at with it?
What up though, Nephy?
Let's get it
[Verse 1]
I was just on Curtis in the spot with no curtains
Now I'm somewhere in the hills and my phone ain't got no service
Loanin' out them circles, finna by my ho four new purses
Heard he speakin' down on Blocks, never met me before in person
He trollin', lurkin' my page, she gon' let me tap, I know for certain
I know my trap can do a whole one 'cause this blue a virgin
'Bow surgeon, when it come to that dope, I know detergent
Bubble coke perfect, double O, I got in on my person
His diamonds blurry, on that godly purchase
Told him to take it up with the jury, he wanna know the verdict
Know it's a go soon as Bruno confirm it
Me and Street still slide with illegal strigs, we don't tote with permits
[Chorus]
I used to have my sack in a bag of flaming hot
Cuttin' ninety off a track when I shaved the rock
Grittin' on a graveyard shift when I scraped the pot
Praise Allah, for my wrist, finna make salat
[Verse 2]
Our father
Thank you for these extras and others
That I scraped out this base and this yola
Now it's Rolex Day-Dates and Daytonas
Shootin' four, five, six, went in a coma
Cuz all with them sticks in Oklahoma
Ain't graduate to no gig or no diploma
But I just opened a spig' up on Tacoma
We got that good times, JJ Evans and Willona
He Puss in Boots, pussyfootin' with that Shrek and that Fiona
Mixin' the smack down like I'm tryna track it over
After I add the soda, gotta take it like some tapioca
[Chorus]
I used to have my sack in a bag of flaming hot
Cuttin' ninety off a track when I shaved the rock
Grittin' on a graveyard shift when I scraped the pot
Praise Allah, for my wrist, finna make salat
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