For What - WARHOL.SS, Drugrixh Peso

B.B. Simon belt blingin'

Keep the .9 tucked in this Givenchy

Damn you talk too much, I want you to top me

Baby don’t be shy I want it sloppy

Picture perfect nigga, I got drip on me now

Hunnid round choppa shootin', buss him in his eye

Keep the fire nigga, don’t you test it 'cause it’s tucked

Wesson make him buckle, I could give a fuck

Fuck his ho for what

Keep this pole for what

Hit the store for what

Hoppin' out this truck

Niggas want woods, finna roll up

Choppa on the passenger, I might jus' cut the stove up

Choppa rob a nigga, we gon' stop him like a hold up

I’m in traffic ridin' 'round wit' Peso we be poured up

Deuce or better in this Fanta, nigga don’t you bother me

Rollin' this gelato, you know we gon' need all the tree

Big chain on my neck bling (Bling bling bling)

Rich gang getcha bitch weak

I dropped 8 lines and lost faith (Lost faith)

Real trap nigga my racks never shrink

Check my insta I got drip on me now (Drip now)

I’m in the pot, Saint Laurent, neck down

Givenchy on that ho I bet I pipe her down (Bet I hit)

I lift my wrist up on two cups right now

I hit my DMs, yo bitch in it now

It’s 12 PM, on two of 'em now

Fuck the Motorsport I have to toast up wit' my niggas

It’s fear God but I know God gon' forgive a killer

I bussdown Rollie’s and count up for my potential

It’s detrimental, get some money, they don’t feel you (They don’t understand)

I want my nigga Warhol play wit' dem my kids (Play wit' our kids)

I pour more codeine so ion gotta feel it

Shoot at 12, kill yo ass in a whistle

It ain’t no talkin' to zip the bag 'n I don’t miss

If that’s my nigga then I pour that Actavis

Upgrade my income, I dropped it in the trenches (In the trenches)

B.B. Simon belt blingin'

Keep the .9 tucked in this Givenchy

Damn you talk too much, I want you to top me

Baby don’t be shy I want it sloppy

Picture perfect nigga, I got drip on me now

Hunnid round choppa shootin', buss him in his eye

Keep the fire nigga, don’t you test it 'cause it’s tucked

Wesson make him buckle, I could give a fuck

Fuck his ho for what

Keep this pole for what

Hit the store for what

Hoppin' out this truck

Niggas want woods, finna roll up

Choppa on the passenger, I might jus' cut the stove up