STS (feat. Strick)

Supa, aha
 Two-door, double R, ridin' in the foreign car, niggas can't see me
 If I pop another X pill, I'll be out my misery
 Crazy presi' beze' on the motherfuckin' Rollie
 You roll, you should pour, I fuck around and roll
 I'm gon' slam the door, slam the door, slam the door, slam the door
 Slam the door on the Aventador
 Let it up, let it up, let it up, let it up, now it look like cockroach
 Hop out with a Patek on my wrist and keep the .44
 Hopscotching the thot, thot, I'ma fuck her at my mother spot
 Steady chasin' the check, turned the bank into a nest
 Cuban link around my neck takin' a bird bath
 Cartier bracelet got pointers and the Audemar to match
 If they talking 'bout my game, they speakin' all cash
 New Bent, paper tag, I can see they envy and mad
 I done fucked around and got in my bag (my bag)
 I done stayed down and got me a bag (bag)
 No calculators still doin' math
 Gotta add up and tear me a tag
 Rockstar, showing up with them bands
 I just jumped off a jet to a sprinter (yeah, yeah)
 I got Brazillians makin' me dinner
 Took a loss and it made me a winner
 Wearin' Monclear, it ain't even winter
 And the wind got the clouds in the ceiling
 Add the money up, subtract the feeling
 They say, "Slatt," when we walk in the building
 I can't save her if she going with the fishes
 Copped a new gun to switch up my mission
 Slime shit, I ran up the digits, count it with no intermission
 Her best friend done gave me the dishin'
 I mixed up the sherbet and cookie (yeah)
 Off the top, roll with a groupie, have a menage when I land, ah
 Today I did Dior and Gucci, my Off-White was lookin' like dandruff
 Three white bitches, I'm a clansmen, Kendra, Khloe and Karan
 Came out the gutter, I made it, yeah, Wall Street money like Madoff
 Yeah, ahah, all that hatin' ain't phase us
 Laugh to bank like faizon, still ain't takin' no days off
 Two-door, double R, ridin' in the foreign car, niggas can't see me
 If I pop another X pill, I'll be out my misery
 Crazy presi' beze' on the motherfuckin' Rollie
 You roll, you should pour, I fuck around and roll
 I'm gon' slam the door, slam the door, slam the door, slam the door
 Slam the door on the Aventador
 Let it up, let it up, let it up, let it up, now it look like cockroach
 Hop out with a Patek on my wrist that keep the .44
 Hopscotchin' the thot, thot, I'ma fuck her at my mother spot
 Oxycotin she feel it in her test tubes
 Money, money, callin', I'ma answer my phone like, what it do
 I, keep a quarter pound or two
 Big Ballencies, yeah, that's what the money do
 Yeah, she swear to God that she love me
 I was just pourin' out the bubbly
 I was fillin' up drinks with this muddy
 Draco with me, it ain't about my money
 Dr. Dre, Eminem, we go and get them M&M's
 My house a exhibit, it's dim, I was rockin' some Off-White like Timbs
 Let's go!
 Two-door, double R, ridin' in the foreign car, niggas can't see me
 If I pop another X pill, I'll be out my misery
 Crazy presi' beze' on the motherfuckin' Rollie
 You roll, you should pour, I fuck around and roll
 I'm gon' slam the door, slam the door, slam the door, slam the door
 Slam the door on the Aventador
 Let it up, let it up, let it up, let it up, now it look like cockroach
 Hop out with a Patek on my wrist that keep the .44
 Hopscotchin' the thot, thot, I'ma fuck her at my mother spot
 Two-door, double R, ridin' in the foreign car, niggas can't see me
 Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
 Crazy presi' beze' on the motherfuckin' Rollie
 Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
 I'm gon' slam the door, slam the door, slam the door, slam the door
 Slam the door on the Aventador
 Hop out with a Patek on my wrist that keep the .44
 Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, wish