Itachi Mode

歌詞

I can’t goto sleep less I’m off can RIP to trust 97 man How the fuck you know me When my momma don’t Get you cutty open like a Cantaloupe Two peas in a pod just me and my nine I need money lots, can’t fit parking lots No I cannot stop, til I see you drop My brothers is gone, I ain’t scared to die Jheez, bitch, I pull-up finesse and cut Bitch, we them yungins from the block Jheez, bitch, I put five grams in a Smoking backwoods by the cart Run the money split the profit with my mans Bitch its 2019 the fuck, we don’t use no hands Ball for Moe these shoes, right here cost me two bands Yg load the gat and do his fucking dance