CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Serious All Caps
I hear you, JAY C
Ayy
RJ always tripping, man
You always tripping, RJ (RJ always tripping, man)
I'm tripping too
Ayy
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, Sh*ttyBoyz (It's Lando, yo b*t*h know, don't let yo b*t*h go, n***a)
I don't play games, I play with the cards
I'ma play with her then play with her heart
B*t*h scoring too, she can play with the sparks
Put a hammer to his head, turn him to a shark
I don't play games, b*t*h, I ain't Triple H
Punch, punch, punch, looking like a middleweight
How the f**k I'm out the way but still in the way?
Only dunking foreign hoes, I ain't hitting eights
Handpicked fit from Saks, I don't need a stylist
Stop saying that you up, you ain't seen a island
Couldn't pa** English cla**, now I'm Visa writing
Stop talking APs, you ain't seen a [?]
Speaking of AP, I just touch downed
Gucci Gang on my feet, feel like Pump now
I ain't walk off the porch, boy, I jumped down
Looking like comic book off the Runtz cloud
Chilly moe, spent seven on [?]
Captain Save-A-Ho, boy, that b*t*h was super easy
Would talk about the opps but they too beneath m?
B*t*h asked if I was TID, through the oop to Sweezee
Speaking of bro, th? clip full of baldheads
Wizard Kelly to these hoes, I need all head
Pull a whole balance off, I need all bread
Stop talking 'bout, they all dead
Blowing cookie, I look like a Japanese Korean
Got half off the banks, other half from Visas
Superpower with this punch, you can ask Vegeta
Fraud star, think I'm finna buy a scam arena
All rookie swipe team, call me "Luka Tron?i?"
B*t*h a hoochie, gave her forty and she blew my Johnson
A thousand bucks for these b*t*hes, these shoes ain't common
Broke-a** boy, yo pops should've used a condom
Dropped a four and got some head, I'm finna hibernate
Bro hit the road, I had his back like a license plate
Thigh pad on me, it's a 49ers day
If they ain't have gun laws, I'll swipe a K
Huh, and damn near a rocket launcher too
Nah, for real, slide'll knock the chimney off his roof
She gave me head, I look down, thought I lost my shoes
Off-White belt on, better be cautious, dude
"What is Sh*ttyBoyz?", b*t*h, it's three scammers
Thousand dollar phone on me came with three cameras
I think we could stop Thor with these three hammers
Walked in the store and I got rich off of three jammers
This white b*t*h gave me head for a Frappuccino
Yeah, I heard yo song but I know it's capperino
Talk crunchy like I just ate a bag of Cheetos
Touchdown MIA, feel like Dan Marino
Valentinos on, got me feeling European
It's all bad if TrDee turn into a demon
Running errands in Dior, I'm turnt for no reason
Translate and Telegram, I plug German [?]
Louis sneakers on my pivot, boy, that's French dressing
If she ain't throwing neck, she can't get a text message
Just scuffed the Louis, now I'm Triple S stepping
Go and get a bag, buddy, that's the best lesson
It ain't a thing on my a** but the Ksubi tag
Scuffed the kicks and through a fit, with my bougie-a**
Living Gucci out of town, in my Gucci bag
Drinking wine, getting head in a jacuzzi bath
I don't play games, I play with the cards
I'ma play with her then play with her heart
B*t*h scoring too, she can play with the sparks
Put a hammer to his head, turn him to a shark
I don't play games, b*t*h, I ain't Triple H
Punch, punch, punch, looking like a middleweight
How the f**k I'm out the way but still in the way?
Only dunking foreign hoes, I ain't hitting eights
Ayy
RJ always tripping, man
You always tripping, RJ (RJ always tripping, man)
I'm tripping too
Ayy
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, Sh*ttyBoyz (It's Lando, yo b*t*h know, don't let yo b*t*h go, n***a)
I don't play games, I play with the cards
I'ma play with her then play with her heart
B*t*h scoring too, she can play with the sparks
Put a hammer to his head, turn him to a shark
I don't play games, b*t*h, I ain't Triple H
Punch, punch, punch, looking like a middleweight
How the f**k I'm out the way but still in the way?
Only dunking foreign hoes, I ain't hitting eights
Handpicked fit from Saks, I don't need a stylist
Stop saying that you up, you ain't seen a island
Couldn't pa** English cla**, now I'm Visa writing
Stop talking APs, you ain't seen a [?]
Speaking of AP, I just touch downed
Gucci Gang on my feet, feel like Pump now
I ain't walk off the porch, boy, I jumped down
Looking like comic book off the Runtz cloud
Chilly moe, spent seven on [?]
Captain Save-A-Ho, boy, that b*t*h was super easy
Would talk about the opps but they too beneath m?
B*t*h asked if I was TID, through the oop to Sweezee
Speaking of bro, th? clip full of baldheads
Wizard Kelly to these hoes, I need all head
Pull a whole balance off, I need all bread
Stop talking 'bout, they all dead
Blowing cookie, I look like a Japanese Korean
Got half off the banks, other half from Visas
Superpower with this punch, you can ask Vegeta
Fraud star, think I'm finna buy a scam arena
All rookie swipe team, call me "Luka Tron?i?"
B*t*h a hoochie, gave her forty and she blew my Johnson
A thousand bucks for these b*t*hes, these shoes ain't common
Broke-a** boy, yo pops should've used a condom
Dropped a four and got some head, I'm finna hibernate
Bro hit the road, I had his back like a license plate
Thigh pad on me, it's a 49ers day
If they ain't have gun laws, I'll swipe a K
Huh, and damn near a rocket launcher too
Nah, for real, slide'll knock the chimney off his roof
She gave me head, I look down, thought I lost my shoes
Off-White belt on, better be cautious, dude
"What is Sh*ttyBoyz?", b*t*h, it's three scammers
Thousand dollar phone on me came with three cameras
I think we could stop Thor with these three hammers
Walked in the store and I got rich off of three jammers
This white b*t*h gave me head for a Frappuccino
Yeah, I heard yo song but I know it's capperino
Talk crunchy like I just ate a bag of Cheetos
Touchdown MIA, feel like Dan Marino
Valentinos on, got me feeling European
It's all bad if TrDee turn into a demon
Running errands in Dior, I'm turnt for no reason
Translate and Telegram, I plug German [?]
Louis sneakers on my pivot, boy, that's French dressing
If she ain't throwing neck, she can't get a text message
Just scuffed the Louis, now I'm Triple S stepping
Go and get a bag, buddy, that's the best lesson
It ain't a thing on my a** but the Ksubi tag
Scuffed the kicks and through a fit, with my bougie-a**
Living Gucci out of town, in my Gucci bag
Drinking wine, getting head in a jacuzzi bath
I don't play games, I play with the cards
I'ma play with her then play with her heart
B*t*h scoring too, she can play with the sparks
Put a hammer to his head, turn him to a shark
I don't play games, b*t*h, I ain't Triple H
Punch, punch, punch, looking like a middleweight
How the f**k I'm out the way but still in the way?
Only dunking foreign hoes, I ain't hitting eights
