Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ballout
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Idris Abdul wahid
Songwriter
Lyrics
My shorties got gross out the zip lock
Hoe brought six racks, shit hot
AP, Franck Muller, which watch?
We trappin' out the top floor, we got new Glocks
We bought a bottle of water with a new view
Jetskiing on the water then I hopped in the Benz coupe
Almost shot up a fan group
Don't run up on me wrong 'cause we will shoot
I be with some villans, me and my troops
I'm ridin' in some shit that look like some soup
Don't get cut off, we end our loop
Man, lil' bro ball and told me to hoop
I was on the block makin' 50 thousands on the stu'
Don't ride on this block if you don't wanna get scooped
I walk in Nemos and Marcus just buying shit
I ain't chasin' on it, I'ma just buy it
And I'ma smoke up in this room, bitches find me
Don't remind me
I know I'm smokin' gross, it's the finest
Broke ass security guard at my door whining
It's time to hit Philly, I'm finna hit shine shit
Spent a 100K in one hour, damn time quick
You need to get your diamonds check 'cause mine's hitting
Mine's pissing, nigga, mine's shitting
Finna take a flight to Florida, my time different
And we movin' Muller time, mine with me
Tourin' right now, about to pick up five millies
Moncler outside 'cause now it's chilly
Mansion gate plus the basket ball court with high ceilings
Lakers court side when I'm chilling
Round table with the bosses and you know we talking millions
My shorties say dubbin' out the fuckin' Hilton
My shorties got gross out the zip lock
Hoe brought six racks, shit hot
AP, Franck Muller, which watch?
We trappin' out the top floor, we got new Glocks
We bought a bottle of water with a new view
Jetskiing on the water then I hopped in the Benz coupe
Almost shot up a fan group
Don't run up on me wrong 'cause we will shoot
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