[Intro] Gold bottle affair Triple A Holiday Season Menace, Ice
[Chorus: Dave East] I can never ever switch my gang up When you came from nothing hard to change up My nigga, we on Champagne cases at my doorstep I got classic shit, I ain't record yet My nigga, we on Foreign take them police on a chase One by one, I got my niggas til they straight, it's a race, we gone Talking how you got it, we gon' see about it Disrespect the family, they gon' read about it We on
[Verse 1: Dave East] Talking how they getting it, we gon' see Paparazzi follow me, you cannot call, I'm out of reach I can see, promise momma, shit I know she proud of me I'm too high for this, it's quiet guess it's all this loud in me Privacy, I pull up like I just hit the lottery I could take they flow, they can't take mine, the greatest I could be like Ali Let me get Cardi her flow back, mention my name and it's so packed You taking pictures with niggas hating on me, watch what you say when you post that From the Dirt Entertainment, check the name yea bitch I own that Your baby father trying to rap, I could sign that nigga, tell him why I wrote that Every bar I spit they quote that, I'm a living legend and they know that I pull up like where's the smoke at, this for my niggas that sold packs
[Chorus: Dave East & Border Bucc] I can never ever switch my gang up When you came from nothing hard to change My nigga, we on Champagne cases at my doorstep I got classic shit, I ain't record yet My nigga, we on Foreign take these police on a chase One by one, got my niggas til they straight, it's a race, we gone Talking how you got it, we gon' see about it Disrespect the family, they gon' read about it Border We on
[Verse 2: Border Bucc] Holding my own, holding the chrome Baby girl was steady blowing my phone, don't want these hoes Baby let me get this paper straight, wasted time niggas love to hate Thinking I'm on 1st Ave, East got me in another state Suck me til her jaw lock, probably ran through her whole block Never talking money, just some shit that they done heard about Had the baking soda, I'm just hoping that this coke would drop Off a Percocet, my Dyckman bitch, she just love the sex Wanna wait but first they hated cause they knew we next Coke all up on my hands, all a nigga ever knew was stress Tell me what you in here for, tired of ducking [?] Got it less than you get it for, couple products I'm clicking off Go get it, they hate to see it, [?] here I got a reason In the trench I got the demons, bring the bitch I love to eat it Ducked another court case, streets ain't giving up no breaks Give a fuck what them hoes say, this life gon bring the most hate cause I could never switch up on my niggas, grab a pistol for my niggas If I got it, they gon' get it, God willin' I'm in it and I ain't making no pit stops Ain't chasing no bitch 'round, cook up and ditch the grams now
[Chorus: Dave East] I can never ever switch my gang up When you came from nothing hard to change My nigga, we on Champagne cases at my doorstep I got classic shit, I ain't record yet My nigga, we on Foreign take these police on a chase One by one, got my niggas til they straight, it's a race, we gone Talking how you got it, we gon' see about it Disrespect the family, they gon' read about it We onTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
