CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Smelly
Ballin' on these niggas, never come in second
That lil' bitch a peasant, wrappin' a cig and it feel like a present
I know I'm a legend, wit' these bands I'm flexin'
Niggas know I'm flexin'
Walk in the bank and I leave they ass guessin'
This money shit is a blessin'
Smokin' dope, never stressin'
f*ck 12, never learned my lesson
Off of the lean, feel like heaven
'Choppa bussin', I don't need a machete
Flexin' on niggas since Ed, Edd 'n Eddy
Thirty bands, thirty pounds, that's heavy
Walk in the trap, and you know I am smelly
Racks in my Louis pants, watch me do my Gucci dance
Sippin' lean, I'm a business man, ridin' round flexin' with them bands
I be doin' what a nigga please, you be doin' what a nigga can
Ridin' round, feelin' arrogant, shippin' packs like the mailman
Gas under my hood, man, ridin' round feelin' good, man
You wish you could, man, kush bag in my wood, man
Try to finesse me, I wish you would, man
Know we got good gas and we got good xans
I had to come up off of the come up
Purple lean in my double cup
Off the dope, got me real up
Like tape, I'm real stuck
See 12, I buckle up
'Cause you know I got gas on me, I ain't gettin' locked up
Fu-Fu-f*ck twelve, I cause hell
Can't take no L, my diamonds take sail
And free my niggas, ain't got no bail
I know that they stuck in the cell
Just got my Rafs, and I got 'em off Grailed
Just got a pack, put that shit in the mail
Walk in the court and I bet I won't tell
Gun on my hip and I know you could tell
Glo-Glo-Glock 12, but it's f*ck twelve, if I walk in yo' house then I'm shell
Foreign whip, I be goin' fast, on the road I be leaving a trail
Bitch, I'm Kaine, do it ring a bell?
See a opp, then it's farewell, smoking gas by the stairwell
Finesse his ass, I'm like "Oh well"
Ballin' on these niggas, never come in second
That lil' bitch a peasant, wrappin' a cig and it feel like a present
I know I'm a legend, wit' these bands I'm flexin'
Niggas know I'm flexin'
Walk in the bank and I leave they ass guessin'
This money shit is a blessin'
Smokin' dope, never stressin'
f*ck 12, never learned my lesson
Off of the lean, feel like heaven
'Choppa bussin', I don't need a machete
Flexin' on niggas since Ed, Edd 'n Eddy
Thirty bands, thirty pounds, that's heavy
Walk in the trap, and you know I am smelly
That lil' bitch a peasant, wrappin' a cig and it feel like a present
I know I'm a legend, wit' these bands I'm flexin'
Niggas know I'm flexin'
Walk in the bank and I leave they ass guessin'
This money shit is a blessin'
Smokin' dope, never stressin'
f*ck 12, never learned my lesson
Off of the lean, feel like heaven
'Choppa bussin', I don't need a machete
Flexin' on niggas since Ed, Edd 'n Eddy
Thirty bands, thirty pounds, that's heavy
Walk in the trap, and you know I am smelly
Racks in my Louis pants, watch me do my Gucci dance
Sippin' lean, I'm a business man, ridin' round flexin' with them bands
I be doin' what a nigga please, you be doin' what a nigga can
Ridin' round, feelin' arrogant, shippin' packs like the mailman
Gas under my hood, man, ridin' round feelin' good, man
You wish you could, man, kush bag in my wood, man
Try to finesse me, I wish you would, man
Know we got good gas and we got good xans
I had to come up off of the come up
Purple lean in my double cup
Off the dope, got me real up
Like tape, I'm real stuck
See 12, I buckle up
'Cause you know I got gas on me, I ain't gettin' locked up
Fu-Fu-f*ck twelve, I cause hell
Can't take no L, my diamonds take sail
And free my niggas, ain't got no bail
I know that they stuck in the cell
Just got my Rafs, and I got 'em off Grailed
Just got a pack, put that shit in the mail
Walk in the court and I bet I won't tell
Gun on my hip and I know you could tell
Glo-Glo-Glock 12, but it's f*ck twelve, if I walk in yo' house then I'm shell
Foreign whip, I be goin' fast, on the road I be leaving a trail
Bitch, I'm Kaine, do it ring a bell?
See a opp, then it's farewell, smoking gas by the stairwell
Finesse his ass, I'm like "Oh well"
Ballin' on these niggas, never come in second
That lil' bitch a peasant, wrappin' a cig and it feel like a present
I know I'm a legend, wit' these bands I'm flexin'
Niggas know I'm flexin'
Walk in the bank and I leave they ass guessin'
This money shit is a blessin'
Smokin' dope, never stressin'
f*ck 12, never learned my lesson
Off of the lean, feel like heaven
'Choppa bussin', I don't need a machete
Flexin' on niggas since Ed, Edd 'n Eddy
Thirty bands, thirty pounds, that's heavy
Walk in the trap, and you know I am smelly
