FMP ft. ST6 JodyBoof

I'm spinnin' in strikers I'm spinnin' In blows I'm spinnin' on opps, so it's Fuck my phone

I jump out in Amiri, I'm changin' My clothes I'm bendin' on blocks, I Ain't even been home

Soon as I walk in, she take a nigga Soul Soon I walk in, you know she Trying go

On some different shit, had to Switch up the flow I'm sippin' this Tris, this shit got me slow

Don't call me for shit, you know That it's sold Get hungry for pape', I Get in that mode

I could play the bags, or I could Work the stove It's hot outside, left a Nigga cold

Give me seven days, get my wrist On froze Old ass money, I'll let it Mold

These youngins, they talkin', they Bold We ain't even got no picks, We'll get on the troll

Like, how could you told, you told? Mr. skrrt I'm a real driver, I punish The road