letra de poed down - good finesse
[intro]
(my n-gga johnny got another one)
ayy, ayy
ayy
[chorus]
i’m poured down, makin’ hits
i seen him with a sack, then i took it, he got blitzed
i stay up on my drip, oh yeah, i stay up on my sh-t
i watch out for the homies, they the closest to my chip
i stay up out the way, yeah, i stay up out the mix
i broke a lot of habits, now a n-gga gettin’ rich
you know a n-gga savage ’cause i’m winnin’ off my wrist
’cause i’m winnin’ off my wrist, ayy, ayy
[verse 1]
yeah, i’m rentin’ off my wrist, i’m rentin’ off this p-ss
every time i take a trip, you know i’m comin’ back with chip
thirty-two seconds, all he gotta do is slip
yeah, i’m mr. backdoor, but this time, it’s from the front
yeah, they call me captain crunch ’cause i eat blues for breakfast
and i just broke the b-tch and put her down in texas
facеtime me with the monеy, i ain’t tryna be textin’
and you know i got the gl!ck with the stick for protection
i’ma keep it real with you, you ain’t gotta be guessin’
i got time for the racks, no time for stressin’
she could tell i’m heavensent, yeah, you know i’m a blessing
and i’m steady kickin’ flavor like a n-gga is tekken
[chorus]
i’m poured down, makin’ hits
i seen him with a sack, then i took it, he got blitzed
i stay up on my drip, oh yeah, i stay up on my sh-t
i watch out for the homies, they the closest to my chip
i stay up out the way, yeah, i stay up out the mix
i broke a lot of habits, now a n-gga gettin’ rich
you know a n-gga savage ’cause i’m winnin’ off my wrist
’cause i’m winnin’ off my wrist, ayy, ayy
[verse 2]
i count blues ’cause i’m a trophy
top shotta, don dada, n-ggas know me
it’s only one of me, n-gga, you can’t clone me
i signed myself, so these people won’t own me
bluestrip the enterprise, gettin’ stincy money
i know i’m finna get an m and you can’t take it from me
your last n-gga was a bum, he a lazy n-gga
i’m a joint, yeah, you know i got my paper bigger
if he slippin’ with that bag, i’ma take it, n-gga
pop lock and get dough, i ain’t that other guy
i’m workin’ hard like a n-gga doin’ overtime
i put his ass on the grill, so you know he fried, ayy
[chorus]
i’m poured down, makin’ hits
i seen him with a sack, then i took it, he got blitzed
i stay up on my drip, oh yeah, i stay up on my sh-t
i watch out for the homies, they the closest to my chip
i stay up out the way, yeah, i stay up out the mix
i broke a lot of habits, now a n-gga gettin’ rich
you know a n-gga savage ’cause i’m winnin’ off my wrist
’cause i’m winnin’ off my wrist, ayy, ayy
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