"CBFW" lyrics
Be at my lowest
Whip my Rolls
With my bros
Whip my Porsche
Whip my Ford
With my bros
Running with gangsters in the projects took away my childhood
Took a shot, can't quit leaning, 4 AM, I call for it
Took my bro to catch a hit, but I ain't no hater so I applaud it
One of the guys took a pill that was pressed up, he died for it
Lil' bro too freaky, he fucked a female he already know was burnin'
Poured up in a juice because I love punch like Tina Turner
Give a nigga they props, because he fell off only reason he humble
'Lot of these artists is my sons, should get some royalties from 'em
Brother just came home but when you a jailbird, it's hard to come up
So ready to spin, he'll go with anyone like Walker Summer
Got my location but you askin' a thousand questions
What you know? What you on?
You said I'm clone, like what you be on?
I made the vibes, shave and douche
Ion't do no beating around the bush
Shoutout the bros, you let 'em go
You was gon'— (Yeah), but you froze
But you froze, you's a hoe
I just want you to know
In Matty Boy, but I'm grown
They Levi's, but it's Chrome
I left some flowers inside a Rolls
You get exposed 'cause u told
I make her rock, I'm not emo
I gotta whole three thousand clothes (Let's go)
G6's, got plenty
How many? I got you
Hit me up, pick you up
Rover truck, I'm nothing like dude
I'm from the trenches where we get paid for travelin' to the outskirts
I let 'em fall thru
She asking me why I got empty baby bottles around the house for
A tornado flew around my room before you came
Excuse the mess it made, it usually doesn't rain
This part of Miami, much like Arizona
'Sup with these jabronis speaking on the gang?
He told in the court room but he really smack shit
Ain't mess up his motion, just fucked up his name
I'ma teach my nephew don't be on no gay shit
In any situation, don't tell 'cause it's lame
Be at my lowest
Whip my Rolls
With my bros
Whip my Porsche
Whip my Ford
With my bros
Whip my Rolls
With my bros
Whip my Porsche
Whip my Ford
With my bros
Running with gangsters in the projects took away my childhood
Took a shot, can't quit leaning, 4 AM, I call for it
Took my bro to catch a hit, but I ain't no hater so I applaud it
One of the guys took a pill that was pressed up, he died for it
Lil' bro too freaky, he fucked a female he already know was burnin'
Poured up in a juice because I love punch like Tina Turner
Give a nigga they props, because he fell off only reason he humble
'Lot of these artists is my sons, should get some royalties from 'em
Brother just came home but when you a jailbird, it's hard to come up
So ready to spin, he'll go with anyone like Walker Summer
Got my location but you askin' a thousand questions
What you know? What you on?
You said I'm clone, like what you be on?
I made the vibes, shave and douche
Ion't do no beating around the bush
Shoutout the bros, you let 'em go
You was gon'— (Yeah), but you froze
But you froze, you's a hoe
I just want you to know
In Matty Boy, but I'm grown
They Levi's, but it's Chrome
I left some flowers inside a Rolls
You get exposed 'cause u told
I make her rock, I'm not emo
I gotta whole three thousand clothes (Let's go)
G6's, got plenty
How many? I got you
Hit me up, pick you up
Rover truck, I'm nothing like dude
I'm from the trenches where we get paid for travelin' to the outskirts
I let 'em fall thru
She asking me why I got empty baby bottles around the house for
A tornado flew around my room before you came
Excuse the mess it made, it usually doesn't rain
This part of Miami, much like Arizona
'Sup with these jabronis speaking on the gang?
He told in the court room but he really smack shit
Ain't mess up his motion, just fucked up his name
I'ma teach my nephew don't be on no gay shit
In any situation, don't tell 'cause it's lame
Be at my lowest
Whip my Rolls
With my bros
Whip my Porsche
Whip my Ford
With my bros
