Same Clothes by GO HRD Lyrics

Same clothes new rolls
I just copped some new bows
If my bitch start trippin
I might go reup on new hoes
Nigga we don’t do lows
Gas pack
I remix the flavors
Yeah thats what I call a party pack


Remixing that shit
I got them plays on deck
Imma keep bussing them glizzys
Till I get my respect
Nigga tried to tax me for some shit
He got from my plug
Niggas must be confused
Its war here on drugs

I Been fucked up a minute
Now a nigga got that sack right
Bitches I ain't fckd w/ for a min
Tryna act right
Cute bitch with me servin
Lil ghetto but she act right
Same clothes from yesterday
Bitch im outchea everyday
They still calling for gelato
I sold that shit all yesterday
We gone get this money now
& flood this shit out everyday
Nawl this ain't from Sacramento
But this pack right here came from the bay
Glock tucked in my same clothes
Like lysol im gone let it spray