[Verse 1] Catch you slippin' with them all white Buffies Take that like Puffy I'll Leave a nigga with some shit stains Leave blood stains all on them wood frames Catch you slippin' with your feet up Nigga, fuck that, even beat your bitch up Catch you walkin' round North Lyn with Ye's on Run up on her, snatch those, now they gone I can get 400 for these wire frames Fresh out the box, no scratches, mayne Real deal dawg, no fake shit Transition lens, nigga take shit Seen a nigga with them old school Mayfairs Caught a two piece, at the state fair Seen a nigga at the Coney with some ice in him Now the doctor tryin' to put some fuckin' life in him That's how it is in the city of the motor Where a nigga doin' what he gotta do to get a quarter Dime, nickle, penny Automatic, semi Catch a nigga wit' them Cartiers and I'm like "gimme" That's why we four deep in this Regal Bangin' rock bottom, dirty Desert Eagle Finna hit the club, you know what's up You got some Cartiers, you gettin' fucked up
[Hook] And we goin' in the party And we snatchin' niggas Cartys I say we goin' in the party And we snatchin' niggas Cartys We goin' in the party And we snatchin' niggas Cartys
[Verse 2] I seen a pair of woods, twenty two hundred I seen a nigga wit' em, I told that nigga run it I leave a nigga dalmatian for them Malmaisons For them rosewoods, roses where you stood And I think them wood frames better on me Sold 'em for six, coulda got a G You think you real, g? That heater on your ass Lose your life over Cartier glasses I'm where you get caved over shades Wood on your caskets, flower on your graves You think them wire frames shinin'? I'll be at the pawn shop before this rhyme end And I'm 'bout to get cake Come to find out that this nigga glasses was fake It's all good, g, it's aight That's why I'm bout to hit the club tonightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
