HOW MUCH? Lyrics

How much that cost?

Ride around the city feeling like a boss

Glock that fits in my pocket

All of that hating I think you should stop it

All of the beef I think you should squash it

This crowd is lit, how they started a mosh pit

This is Mercedes bish this aint no Mazda

This aint no ramen bitch this is some pasta

And if they want smoke, welll I guess ill go rasta

If they want real then ill take off the costume,

Tell you the truth I been thinking bout posthum

Where did myself go, I think that I lost him, I hate that I lost him.

Ride thru the town on the city streets

Walk thru the town with them on my feet,

And you got them boxed up at home, literally

I dont know what's wrong with them, either