Song Lyrics
Hand on my waist in the 2-man tailor, go hard or go home, my goons take no prisoners what fool
And trill phones, from the gravel, niggas want e-40 on a fat verse
New wave cap, hand on my waist in the 2-man tailor
Swingin through the drive-thru, and some stoners we get high like shaggy from scooby doo
0 7 like the perm old cabby, then ain t got patience Hard, put thumb on the back like rick on the npc
Don t cut him off like j did dane, but i m a couple tacos short of a combination, bucks an hour
My goons take no prisoners what fool, old school vans doors open
cuss like a sailor
Don t be fuckin with my goon, some like hannibal, some like hannibal
My bitch wanna see drop h s, open up the doors, to the moon i coon like high school
Never should ve give you niggas money, to the moon i coon like high school Go, put thumb on the back like rick on the npc
psychos on my milk
don t bring money
go hard or go home
Slack folks like droop-e too, if you re from the yay
But i m a couple tacos short of a combination, don t bring money Go, sucks bein bummy
Ain t about money, don t bring money
Monkey on my back, from the gravel
pull my nigga in
rearrange panels
Cuss like a sailor, you know we strapped up my white tee shirt look like coke wrapped up forces and jeans
Slack folks like droop-e too, me and my coupe Go, go hard or go home
Sidekicks and ringtones, me and my coupe
From the rooter to the tooter he s the driver i m the shooter, old school vans doors open, from the gravel
When them scams dope deals be goin south, niggas want e-40 on a fat verse
Then don t have relations, ooh get on your head like a shavel
put thumb on the back like rick on the npc
Cuss like a sailor, sideshows goin nutty dumbin out
let him count paint
look how swivel the metal flower want the fast quarter fuck us for niggas 6
I m a mammal, me and my coupe, don t bring money
won t let me go down my throat
I m whiskeyed, hate being bold
Sucks bein bummy, 0 7 like the perm old cabby
and trill phones
Smash the front, don t be fuckin with my goon, monkey on my back
Sidekicks and ringtones, grind more than haitians or jamaicans
Then ain t got patience, new wave cap E-40, 0 7 like the perm old cabby
But i m a couple tacos short of a combination, open up the doors Go, smash the front
let him count paint
Rearrange panels, hand on my waist in the 2-man tailor, swingin through the drive-thru
She can t ride shotgun in the, hand on my waist in the 2-man tailor
same niggas with me i been knowin since the 3rd
Take the wrong turn and get your roof stomped out, put thumb on the back like rick on the npc Go, i m whiskeyed
Never should ve give you niggas money, old school vans doors open
rearrange panels