Rucci's

Lil' bro, them they let off rockets

All this blue shit on me, I can't even fit this shit in my pocket

My bitch bad, she get whatever she ask for, you know I got it

Eat that lil' shit off that nanny, I be drunk, I gotta stop it, I got options

You know these hoes be burnt off, they got mileage

All this profit, no, you can't call my phone if you not coppin

If you broke and make some paper, just gotta see what's your deposit

I spend all them racks on drippin', let that shit sit in my closet

Pop out with that G-Lock, get it poppin

This bitch came and chill with Chop, she left her nigga like he not it