Gatecode

Ridin' dirty okay (Okay) yuh

I been flexin' from the start
I got flexin' in my heart
I don't do this shit for nothing
I can't let my niggas starve
For my niggas I go hard
This pain and shit be leavin' scars
And that dope took me off to mars
And now I'm feelin' like a star
Ayy, I swear my niggas shoot
If I ever tell 'em to

Supreme on, I'm feelin' cool, Supreme on
I'm feelin' bool
My niggas still in that field and
They totin' on the tool
But I be coolin' at my
Crib countin' bankrolls like ooh
Don't hit my phone who is you?
I bet you this nigga fu'
I be coolin' up with Scott
We be sippin' on the glue
Double G on my waist
Used to wear that shit to school
On your bitch we run a train
All you heard was-
Yeah, them30's what they tote
I remember being broke

Bitches wanna' be lowkey
But can't keep it on the low
Don't talk to me like I'm slow
I know the Wockhardt got me slow
Double cup it's full of ice and I
Just poured me up a four
I just made another check
And it got hella O's
All my niggas on the go
All my niggas on the road
I got the check and they know
They with me they lay low
Had to drop off a brick
I'ma steal the gate code