Songtext von Fire Drill Skill

Hustlin the grands, hustle cause I can Hustle like my mother was in love with rubber bands Russia and Japan, Russia pass the fans I am not a sucker, sucker mother was a Stan I ain't never ran, I am number tan If ten is meaning best then we are votin who the man Jumpin out the Lam-borghini, they like damn Wanna be like him so I can get me one of them I ain't gon' pretend, gun it never jam Cadillac the truck, I got another that's sedan Money come from Pam, money come to hand That's the bitches manager, I want her, I'ma span Ask me where I been, I've been spending Ben Franklins and swangin, gettin mileage on my Benz I ain't gon' pretend, I ain't one of them People that be fake, so effort, I don't want a friend The industry is saying that boy got skills And the streets is saying that boy so real Who that boy trackin that boy Chamill'? Always give you somethin that boys gon' feel