Текст песни
It’s Mr. find his block im spinnin it,
Its Mr. fuck a nigga bitch for the adrenaline, she told me that she love me but forreal i wasn’t feelin it , she left me empty hearted so I grabbed her throat start Filling it , been fuckin different bitches boy it’s hard to keep a track , when I hit from the back it’s hard to keep that wig intact , she a stripper ima tip her what you doing for This cash ,aiight ,got a loyal nigga but that ain’t my problem , aiight , uh oh niggas want the smoke im blowing smoke like a chimney , it’s hard to trust ya friends when you know they enemies , uh oh , the draco right beside me and i call it a mini me , all of my hittas move alike that you would think that they mimic me , I’ve been snapping need a snapping applaud , I got these bitches fighting over me I don’t get involved , the way this money coming in you would’ve thought I did fraud , the way I fuck her like I hate her would’ve thought I’m in love , see I can’t ever fall in love with her and switch up on my brothas , we put switches wit extensions he a felon give em cutters , I ain’t never been the type to fold and talk to undercovers , this that shit that pac had put away and I had rediscovered ,
