Текст песни
I'm deep in the dope
Sick of the world
She gon' earn it
Big dreams in her throat
Mink on her coat
Six feet deep
Freeze in the zone
She thick ting
She gon' hit the pole
666
Keep it a buck, buck
Since a young buck
I kept it hunnid, no luck, luck, luck
Keep it a buck, buck
Since a young buck
Vision 20/20 when that money right, right, right
It gotta be right, right, right
Very problematic, but I'm getting cinematic
With the vision automatic
Imma stack up in the attic
Imma step up and they panic
In me, stepper yet to come, bitch
Most of them chose to be plastic
Most of them pretend they pastors
Ima cock it back
Keep that nina in my clutch, they come with 9 millimeter
Yeah, I spit slugs
It’s been a hot minute - time precious
One time for the city, my city
I take what is mine
They still talk
I sit on a powder keg, yank on the lining of coat
They still talk
Cause they be stuck in Narnia's closet
I pull 'em out - freezing cold
Waiting for the night breeze
They still talk
She caught the itis
She gon' choke
I'm feeling the highest
And they still talk
I'm straight to the action
They stuck in slo' mo
I'm deep in the dope
Sick of the world
She gon' earn it
Big dreams in her throat
Mink on her coat
Six feet deep
Freeze in the zone
She thick ting
She gon' hit the pole
666
Keep it a buck, buck
Since a young buck
I kept it hunnid, no luck, luck, luck
Keep it a buck, buck
Since a young buck
Vision 20/20 when that money right, right, right
It gotta be right, right, right
Ain't the same page
And pretty much ain't the same cage
I gotta flip the dough
Different money, that's blue money, blue hunnids that Imma take
My people was destined to always be in the chase
Repping some blood on the top of them blue skies
We pick apricots like I pick instrumentals in Everglades
Swear to God I was never late
They still talk
I sit on a powder keg, yank on the lining of coat
They still talk
Cause they be stuck in Narnia's closet
I pull 'em out freezing cold
Waiting for the night breeze
They still talk
She caught the itis
She gon' choke
I'm feeling the highest
And they still talk
I'm straight to the action
They stuck in slo' mo
Drop it down lil bitch
Drop it, drop it down, lil bitch
Twerk and twirl and spin that shit
Sold her soul but she ain't rich
Drop it down lil bitch
Drop it, drop it down, lil bitch
They want fame up in this bitch
Ain't no shortcuts - it ain't me
