spent a bag on my neck ay
spent a bag on my wrist ay
spent a bag on yo bish ay
we don't fuck wit no leech ay
money hungry no ramadan
goldie baggie no leprechaun
surrey city boy til i'm gone
i'm on the prowl no recon
po up to the function (goddamn)
they just be rappin' my songs
reppin' for my hood, show 'em whas good
homie got the rum, and we goin' off,
yuh
we spittin' fire no molotov
just flipped stage thats off the top
you talkin' shit bout the shit i drop
put you in my spot wish you mazeltov
velour jacket on my back
got the kush for the cataracts
cop the homie a Cadillac
we go dummy lit, we don't hold back
yuh ( how you do them like that? )
damn I been making these hits
been genuine with the shit I spit
Zay with the grills so he boutta go in
aye yuh
ctv on the phone let it ring (brr brr)
they don't know, but I'm here gettin fame
make a bag then blow it on a ring
do this shit so they know my name
yeah they talkin shit man they talk a lot
say they make 'em hits, but none are bops
they actin jaded, 'cause they know it flops
but I keep it cool need no time off
spent a bag on my neck ay
spent a bag on my wrist ay
spent a bag on yo bish ay
we don't fuck wit no leech ay
