Yo
Cartier came with a tint (yeah)
Pain behind the lenses (yeah, yeah)
And how the fuck you gonna live? (Yeah)
If you ain't got no bands and that lil' Glock gotta kick
He ain't gon' need no- (yeah)
(Yosh made the track) yeah
Used to imagine, but now I be livin' it
Mm (yeah), oh-oh (yeah), oh-oh-oh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh (yo, yo)
My nigga's dead, they took a part of me (dead)
Know that the opps feel like they won the lottery
Claimin' they hitta, but you ain't even part of it (yes)
Cro caught a body, because of a promise
I gotta problem, you know I'ma solve it
What I'ma do wit' all this profit?
In my Birkins or Amiri pocket
Fuck up the stash, on my hip where the Glock at
I'm from the hood, it's so toxic
You a pussy if you stop it
Wire tap don't, wonder why you never catch me on it
With this trap phone, I can make about a hunnid thousand
I just go back to the bando, abandoned
Step on a brick and wrap it in plastic
I'm kinda mad that you up in a casket
This shit gon' come with you bein' a savage
Then she know I ain't no average
I'm makin' more money than her daddy
60 cents on a Rolex, and it got baguetties
Yo, stretchin' the clip, it's extended
I think I'll win an election
I don't look like what I've been through
But I really came from the trenches
And we got the stick, bamboo
I want the money, it come with the fame
She fill up her attitude, you better get the fuck outta my face
My life like zoom, zoom
Everyday feel like a holiday
My nigga's dead, they took a part of me (dead)
Know that the opps feel like they won the lottery
Claimin' they hitta, but you ain't even part of it (yes)
Cro caught a body, because of a promise
I gotta problem, you know I'ma solve it
What I'ma do wit' all this profit?
In my Birkins or Amiri pocket
Fuck up the stash, on my hip where the Glock at
My nigga's dead, they took a part of me (dead)
Know that the opps feel like they won the lottery
Claimin' they hitta, but you ain't even part of it (yes)
Cro caught a body, because of a promise
I gotta problem, you know I'ma solve it
What I'ma do wit' all this profit?
In my Birkins or Amiri pocket
Fuck up the stash, on my hip where the Glock at
Fuck up the stash, on my hip where the Glock at
Fit in my pocket, you know it's compact
Don't gotta ask me, lil' nigga, I'm on it
I do not want it if it's not exotic
I'm gettin' money for bein' melodic
That nigga flexin' like niggas won't rob him
He told the opps, and they had to vanish
Extendo, extendo, it's straight up Pilates
To gettin' it in to popular pockets
When bitches do drills, they poppin' the molly
I lied, 7-2-5, but I'm 20
But I still got to kill, so I'm lettin' her know
Still got the drip from my head to my toe
They lovin' the way that I put that shit on
I got the bands, I don't need me a loan
Ain't talkin' racks, better leave me alone
Yo, Cartier came wit' a tint (yeah)
Pain behind the lenses (yeah, yeah)
And how the fuck you gonna live? (Yeah, yeah)
If you ain't got no bands (yeah-yeah)
And that lil' Glock gotta kick, oh (yeah-yeah)
He ain't gon' need no- (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Used to imagine, but now I be livin' it
♪
My nigga's dead, they took a part of me
Know that the opps feel like they won the lottery
I gotta problem, you know I'ma solve it
What I'ma do wit' all this profit?
(E-E-EVRGRN with the hit, yeah)
(Yosh made the track)