Testo Stove Top

Uh, tryna get this loot any way true
It’s lucrative and for move, I do make through
ITunes and avenues, we move weight
Each one in my crew get a full plate
Not one excused 'til we all ate
Unified, stupid high nigga way paid
Crime did just what they said it would
Some niggas living good Some is gone away for good
Some stuck in the hood
Addicted to it
What he should have sold, lost his soul
Though his body still living, look in his eyes
The fire ain't in them
He used to be driven
Now that's cold
Cold-blooded as my angel wings flooded
Rose gold, star-studded
The bar covered, so let it pour
Until it bubble on the floor
Baby love peeling out her clothes
Eyes rolled, orgasm, dancing while these horns blow
I'm just thing on my next score Which color we should paint the sixty-four
Tryna wrap my hands 'round the globe
Like a motherfucking chokehold, ho
Drive In Theatre

Bent over the stove cause they want some more
Knocking at my door
Back at the store cause they want some more
All of y'all