40 Pointers Lyrics

Ayy, come on

Brr, brr, brr, brr

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Go

Cmon

I'm on the road doin' shows fucked like 20 bitches in the Sprinter

Yo trap movin' slow like a turtle think you master splinter

40 pointers in the VVS might eat carats for dinner

I just put up 200K and got three months till December

I'm on the road doin' shows

Fucked like 20 bitches in the Sprinter

Yo trap movin' slow like a turtle think you master splinter

40 pointers in the VVS might eat carats for dinner

I just put up 200K and got three months till December

Goin' broke is not a joke want me to fall off, I think they hope

Put them bags up in the truck strap on your nuts, let's hit the road

I remember bein' poor

Now I get like ten a show

If you love me, baby can you stuff this shit and hit the road

In the rain or in the cold we gon' pull up with that load

And my Mexicano niggas get that thing across the bo'

Do she scam or do she hoe? it's gettin' hard to really know

Might buy my bitch a AP and get it rose gold

Pull up on some stupid shit trippin', we gon' send you home

Tonight I might knock some shit down just like the kingdome

Ayy nigga we getting to it and running through it

Ya dig

I'm on the road doin' shows fucked like 20 bitches in the Sprinter

Yo trap movin' slow like a turtle think you master splinter

40 pointers in the VVS might eat carats for dinner

I just put up 200K

And got three months till December

I'm on the road doin' shows

Fucked like 20 bitches in the Sprinter

Yo trap movin' slow like a turtle think you master splinter

40 pointers in the VVS

Might eat carats for dinner

I just put up 200K

And got three months till December

You be hangin' with the rats

I be hangin' with the wolves

You don't got motion in your city

You don't even got no pull

Get the cash and do the dash

Another hundred in the stash

Getting head up in the Hellcat

With 200 on the dash

I just hope that I don't crash

Every bitch I gotta mash

Told her just sit back and listen baby girl cause this my class

I'm the teacher, this ain't math

Listen close, or it's your ass

My nigga so fuckin' grimy

Before Corona, he had a mask

Clearing house, take out the trash

All my bitches call me dad

Fuck my old bitch, she a hater and I know that she is mad

Put some forgis on my Benz

And then I curbed 'em doin the dash

Drag racin' on the freeway

With the Johnnys on my ass

I'm on the road doin' shows

Fucked like 20 bitches in the Sprinter

Yo trap movin' slow like a turtle think you master splinter

40 pointers in the VVS

Might eat carats for dinner

I just put up 200K

And got three months till December

I'm on the road doin' shows

Fucked like 20 bitches in the Sprinter

Yo trap movin' slow like a turtle think you master splinter

40 pointers in the VVS

Might eat carats for dinner

I just put up 200K

And got three months till December