[Intro]
I heard the opps tryna slide
Yeah the opps tryna pull up
Heard he was talkin' that shit fore' we pulled up
I do the X with the Boot, I've been bootin' up
She calmin my nerves, she told me to pull up
Yeah, we sliding on blocks after blocks, which one should I shoot up?
Smoking an opp, put em under my boot yeah
(Wonderful, yeah)
[Chrous]
Fucking that bitch in my raw Denim
Yeah she sucking my dick through the Raw Denim
Yeah, she riding my dick through the Raw Denim
True Religion on me, that shit Raw Denim
Gotta finish em, we gotta slidе on em
Yeah, we got your back, what thеy gonna do?
Yeah, I'm up with my slatt, you know that's my guy
And we send you to God, send you to the sky
Yeah, and we send you to God, we send you to Heaven
Yeah, I shot at an opp and we shot at his cousin
Yeah, if you want my bread, the choppas get to bussin'
Yeah, i was sipping that Wok, sippin' Robitussin
Yeah, I'm sipping that drank, sippin' Robitussin
Bitch I might be from the South, cause I'm fucking on cousins
Yeah, and I got mob ties, and I got mob buddies
Told em, "Pour me the Juice!" Yeah, and that shit be bubbly
[Verse]
Yeah, sipping on muddy, sippin' on dirty
You not my kid, you not my cudi
If I fuck on your bitch, then you're not my buddy
You know my bro, that hoe dropping low
Yee, I'm in the club, throwing them dubs
Spend me a check, i'm fucking it up
I'm with the Bucks, you with the Cucks
I'm with my hoe, and she eating dick up
Woah, yeah, I'm with your bitch, yeah she throw it down
Yeah, that is your bitch? Yeah she throw it down
Yeah, I'm in the club, they dropping it low
Yeah, I ship big packs, I'm shippin' that snow
Yeah, I pop me and X and I walk real slow
Yeah, I pop me a Z and I'm ready to go
Yeah, I ride in a tank, I'm driving the boat
I'm rocking that Marni, Burberry coat
Yeah, money so green like Caterpillar
Yeah, your money laughable, Impractical Jokers
Are you talking to Sal? Or you talking to Murr?
You talking to Joe? You talking to Qr?
You talking to me? You best get your bread
Keep your mouth real fed, or I'll shoot you in ye head
Yeah, I'm smuggling drugs, give a fuck bout' the Fed
Fuck bout' the cops, fuck bout the Fed
Yeah, fly like a bird, like a Pelican, yeah
Yeah, I be rocking that shit, it ain't even came out
Yeah, number 9 my jeans, Louis V my draws
I been fucking on them bitches, they always hang out
I been fucking em dumb, I'm pretty sure
She calling me, "Daddy, I miss you," a Cliche
I bring me that Chicken, I win me that soup
I ride in a brand new convertible coupe
I ain't listening to her, I stare at her boobs
Brand new AP, that's an Audemars Piguet
Got a brown haired bitch, that's my brand new swoop, yeah
She ride on my dick, yeah she eat it like food
[Chrous]
Fucking that bitch in my raw Denim
Yeah she sucking my dick through the Raw Denim
Yeah, she riding my dick through the raw Denim
True Religion on me, that shit Raw Denim
Gotta finish em, we gotta slide on em
Yeah, we got your back, what they gonna do?
Yeah, I'm up with my slatt, you know that's my guy
And we send you to God, send you to the sky
Yeah, and we send you to God, we send you to Heaven
Yeah, I shot at an opp and we shot at his cousin
Yeah, if you want my bread, the choppas get to bussin'
Yeah, i was sipping that Wok, sippin' Robitussin
Yeah, I'm sipping that drank, sippin' Robitussin
Bitch I might be from the South, cause I'm fucking on cousins
Yeah, and I got mob ties, and I got mob buddies
Told em, "Pour me the Juice!" Yeah, and that shit be bubbly
