Wtm

If I'm the one driving that bitch, that bitch finna swerve, uh

You ain't getting no money yeah yo pockets hurt, uh

We came from out the way, yeah, we came from the dirt, yeah

If he talking 'bout one my brothers, then he get put on a shirt

We just be turning up every fucking day, yeah, we the littest on earth

Money got so fucking heavyweight it shake the ground, it twerk, uh

If I shoot the bitch I make the shit I feel like Dirk, uh

All my brothers they so solid that's on me for sure

Ice on my neck and my wrist

Too cold its changing the climate

Lil' bro don't play both sides