Lyrics
Serving them P's I been getting them bags off
Bitch I'm use to the struggle I ain't use to them fast cars
I Been switching and swerving and breaking the laws
Put my pops in the raif yeah the one with the stars
Put my ma in a crib a brand new Audemar
Had to pray for the day I might not see tomorrow
Then i smoke me a j take a trip up to mars
Serving them P's I been getting them bags off
Bags bags bags bags
Bitch I'm use to the struggle I ain't use to them fast cars
I Been switching and swerving and breaking the law
Put my pops in the raif yeah the one with the stars
Put my ma in a crib a brand new Audemar
Had to pray for the day I might not see tomorrow
Then i smoke me a j take a trip up to mars
Bitch i breakdown a P get it in get it gone
Take a trip out to cali and grow out the farm
You cannot catch me lacking I'm heavily armed
If you run up on me then u leaving me harmed
I ain't playing with pistols I'm playing with bombs
I get on the beat kill the beat like Osama
I'm smoking on Runtz bitch i feel like Obama
You run up on me you receiving your karma
Niggas want war i can bring all the drama
I been stacking up digits and running up commas
She good for the night tell her bring her pajamas
I ain't playing with niggas i leave em in trauma
Colt ona beat and you know this bitch rocking
She throw that ass back now her pussy is popping
Fucked the bitch after work yea i took off her stockings
Kicked the dog in the cage cause that bitch kept on barking
Serving them P's I been getting them bags off
Bitch I'm use to the struggle I ain't use to them fast cars
I Been switching and swerving and breaking the laws
Put my pops in the raif yeah the one with the stars
Put my ma in a crib a brand new Audemar
Had to pray for the day I might not see tomorrow
Then i smoke me a j take a trip up to mars
Serving them P's I been getting them bags off
Bags bags bags bags
Bitch I'm use to the struggle I ain't use to them fast cars
I Been switching and swerving and breaking the law
Put my pops in the raif yeah the one with the stars
Put my ma in a crib a brand new Audemar
Had to pray for the day I might not see tomorrow
Then i smoke me a j take a trip up to mars
Writer(s): Colton Henry, Dion L Cofield
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