Pricey & Spicy

歌詞

Its been way too long My stomach touching I know I gotta get right 'Cause the summer coming Talk to me nicely Talk to me nicely Lone Stone Whipping up dope Back on road Picking up paper Dippin' in the stash Getting to the cash Shooters on go Shooters on go Talk to me nicely When I pull up, I'm stunting I'm talking spicy New Givenchy and Saint Laurent, this shit pricey I give the hood motivation 'cause this shit pricey 'Cause this shit pricey Whoa! Most of my niggas on fed time Deep in there, doing the dead time We in here putting a red line On niggas that's thinking its their time Put my dawg on to the whole lick He made a hundred off a head line Brrrrt, shhh, bow! Putting these pussy niggas on a bed time Come again I'm pulling up in a Cullinan With all of this money I'm brushing my thumb against Due to the plug, I'll shoot if you run again I'm bout to spazz and dumb again Bitch, we got another one again I was down and now I'm up again They don't know what I was up against Trap flow on the sofa Down bad, that was every night White rice with the ketchup on it Corn beef with the yellow rice Trap nights, tryna make it out Headshots, we done paid 'em out When you see the nigga, lay 'em out We about to see what they about Whoa! They don't spark no fear Pussy nigga, we can play it out You know its dark out here And the sticks, niggas can't play without Hit a lick, shoot a nigga, change clothes at my baby house New pay, good work, we won't go another day without Trap booming (Woo!) 'Bout to spit a whole baby out Shooter 'bout to throw a 80 out Make you wish you never played me out (Hey!) Aye lil' bih my trap booming Got my bitch like katsumi Got 2 sticks, I'm that goonie (Hhhhddddddd) Whipping up dope Back on road Picking up paper Dippin' in the stash Getting to the cash Shooters on go Shooters on go Talk to me nicely When I pull, up I'm stunting I'm talking spicy New Givenchy and Saint Laurent, this shit pricey I give the hood motivation 'cause this shit pricey 'Cause this shit pricey Whoa!