Vintage Tees

Blood spray when this chopper hit, it hit the walls like paint

This a foreign car, she hop inside, and say that lil hoe stank

I been smoking dank, make it out the trap like I'm a saint

Text her once, and then I ghost her ass, just like I threw a fake

Bitch you played, mmm, hmm

Think you bad but you just ain't

Take a zip straight to the face

Balling on these little boys until they ankles break

Speeding down the E-way, hundred MPH, ain't hit no brakes

Say you put in work but I know you ain't

Added up my net worth through this network, I ain't talking bout no Dish