| Tell 'em, tell 'em a friend |
| To tell a friend, tell a friend |
| To tell a friend |
| Look |
| I keep a double cup tilted when I’m drinkin' |
| Caught 'em lackin', ain’t these niggas 'posed to be on defense? |
| It feel good when you lay 'em down, tempurpedic |
| Headshot, I could rearrange what he thinkin' |
| I keep a double cup tilted when I’m drinkin' |
| Caught 'em lackin', ain’t these niggas 'posed to be on defense? |
| It feel good when you lay 'em down, tempurpedic |
| Headshot, I could rearrange what he thinkin' |
| Niggas be cappin' and I know it’s confusin' |
| How you gon' bluff with the chop? You stupid |
| Smokin' on opps, this gas, pollution |
| Brodie up the tops and thots to boofin' |
| Why you fuckin' with them, they lame, they losin' |
| We hit 'em up, they sleep, they snoozin' |
| Beat on my chest, I’m rich, I’m woo’ing (Woo) |
| Shoutout my 'Rips, they straight, they coolin' |
| Yeah, I’m on court, but I just got a TEC |
| Mention me, you know I ball for the set |
| Ain’t tryna talk, I’m just here for the sex |
| One in the head, better aim for the neck |
| How you a shooter and aim for the leg? |
| How you a shooter and shot him in the foot? |
| Niggas ain’t nelson, niggas be shook |
| I know an opp who’s chain got took |
| Tell 'em, tell a friend |
| To tell a friend |
| Ain’t no wrestlin', bullets spur like peppermint |
| Tell a friend, to tell a friend |
| She said, «What's inside your cup?» |
| «Girl, that’s medicine» |
| I keep a double cup tilted when I’m drinkin' |
| Caught 'em lackin', ain’t these niggas 'posed to be on defense? |
| It feel good when you lay 'em down, tempurpedic |
| Headshot, I could rearrange what he thinkin' |
| I keep a double cup tilted when I’m drinkin' |
| Caught 'em lackin', ain’t these niggas 'posed to be on defense? |
| It feel good when you lay 'em down, tempurpedic |
| Headshot, I could rearrange what he thinkin' |
| 9 shots, who else? |
| Glock on my hip, like a new belt |
| I’m doing hits out the two seater |
| You get no respect, 'cept the two teachers |
| In the penthouse, I’m with two eaters |
| Fuck an email, I don’t do features |
| Clip hanging out like a string bean |
| Know how I came, they call it the dream team |
| Shoot up they block, but I’m leavin' a clean scene |
| She unbuttonin' my pants like she eat jeans |
| Shoot for the stars, but this ain’t no greenscreen |
| Fuck her 'til she take a nap, have a sweet dream |
| December, baby, so my heart is cold |
| But don’t try to judge me off no horoscope |
| Got a lil' ooter and he still in school, he be flockin' shit and made the honor |
| roll |
| I keep a double cup tilted when I’m drinkin' |
| Caught 'em lackin', ain’t these niggas 'posed to be on defense? |
| It feel good when you lay 'em down, tempurpedic |
| Headshot, I could rearrange what he thinkin' |
| I keep a double cup tilted when I’m drinkin' |
| Caught 'em lackin', ain’t these niggas 'posed to be on defense? |
| It feel good when you lay 'em down, tempurpedic |
| Headshot, I could rearrange what he thinkin' |