Intro
[Ayo, Donavon, heat that up
[Say Breezy, haha-haha]
Chorus
Say fuck my credits, bitch, they wan' see me dead or in the prison
Keep my bro one on a roller, smart enough to tuck that glizzy
Fuck the critics, fuck the blogs, fuck the police, fuck all y'all
Thuggin' with my gang, forever screamin', "Nigga, we ball"
Verse
That's just the best to be
In Atlanta with three sticks, I throw 'em out
Three separate ones, two for Avery, one for me
You know I'm the shootin' star, so I keep shootin' when I creep on
I'm with the scrubs, I bet we make your water fall, if you play with me
Hey, baby, baby, baby, we go way back like TLC
I'm Clark Street so much, I don't know if I'm in the streets or industry
Sellin' these just lavish just to front you or serve you a P
I ain't even got put on none my jewelry, they gon' fuck with me
Chorus
Say fuck my credits, bitch, they wan' see me dead or in the prison
Keep my bro one on a roller, smart enough to tuck that glizzy
Fuck the critics, fuck the blogs, fuck the police, fuck all y'all
Thuggin' with my gang, forever screamin', "Nigga, we ball"
Outro
Ayy, these diamonds on my neck, yeah, pimp these hoes for sex
She don't know that this a hot car, I ain't change the VIN yet
Hey, this Draco come from Pakistan, I shoot, can't hold it steady
SK look like guitar tip, but that bitch hold a machete [Ah, damn, the beat done?]
