703 ft. Kidd Kritical

It's a groovy type beat, tryna get it in while we cruisin' backseat, haters gonna hate cause

They wanna be me, once I get the money gotta flex with gold teeth, yeah they call me hot boi

Got the goat meat, yeah we run it up like we at a track meet, if she wanna get it in that's a

Hundred dollar fee, she my wifey, gucci on her white tee, yeah we in the stu sippin' on the

Crown peach, yeah she real tan like we chillin' at the beach, they say they wanna learn so I

Guess I gotta teach, she suckin' on my meat, it's a figure of her speech, if I smokin loud gotta grab

A brown leaf, it's my lucky day countin' on the clover leaf, gotta run it up cause they know we

Got beef, gotta bring the heat so we trippin' in the streets on the gang, yeah feelin' like god

Cause he got no shame, gotta put in work no pain no gain, show him what I do man I'm really

Feelin' great, makin' so much money gotta grab it with a rake, Shawty really like wanna know