My rich niggas shit nigga Bum ass niggas, trash, love
The Maybach sittin' on 4G Auto You know the motto, give anybody a 40 holla Pool party at the mansion, I got 40 models Ace of spades by the case, I'm rollin' more gelato We was in them traps and shit was real in there Cocaine residue all on the silverware They gave Floyd 15, my niggas still in there Only took me less than two years to become a millionaire I done got richer than my adversaries That's why I keep Extendo clip up in this Mac I carry Every beat you heard me spittin' on, I had to bury Only thing on my resume that's missin' is a track with Mary Listen, ain't no cap in my vocabulary Say you got guns and you got bricks, what is imaginary? V.S. Diamonds in my wrist, rappin' and that's Canary Pull up in the Wraith, that's Matt Black and Gary
Now where your heart go? I'ma make sure that you bleed awful No joke, to match my smoke, you gon' need charcoal Seen narcos, I transport extreme cargo And I don't call myself no plug, I'm just resourceful Formal, that's how we dress to seem normal My chef prepare breakfast on green marble Free Carlos, this was the wire I beam Marlowe The only gangsta still alive and free to see tomorrow B called you, just in case they try to recall you One time I smacked a rat on cam and got three lawsuitsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
