abril webb Lyrics

Got some cuts on my left hand Thumbin' through the money, through the Benjamins

I'm so melodic, man, nah I don't need no instruments

Cruisin' through them 808s like Abril Webb

Smokin' on exotic, my plug hella cool, bruh

But don't get it fucked up, he got hella shooters

Treyvo keep a pocket rocket, 30 sticks and Rugas

If you tryna go to war, then boy, you better fuel up

Yeah, shoutout all my lil' bruhs RG, Jerry, Chris, and Josh, man, I got more, it's crew love

Shoutout the 6, you know Kanaan, yeah, that's my fuckin' nigga

I was tryna make a change even if it cost a few bucks

I was tryna keep a open mind ain't had no luck

I remember I was down, at bad 2 AM

I was livin' next to Shaan, man, we would always roll up

Hot box the whip, hop out the car, and let out all the doja

We was ridin' down the block, and I seen one of my opps

I was bout to run down, but I believe in karma

I ain't gotta tell a lie, cause I know what was goin' on

Niggas pussies, niggas lame, so I'ma get em' knocked off

If I die today, man, I hope that I left my mark

When my soul leave my body, I hope that I see God

I'm a sinner all these tattoos, yeah, they cover my scars

Shoutout my niggas, ain't forgot em, always in my heart

I got cuts on my left hand

Thumbin' through the money, through the Benjamins

I'm so melodic, man, I don't need no instruments

Cruisin' through the 808s like Abril Webb