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