New Celine

Devon this shit hard She wants the new Celine, she gotta give me some throat Nobody cold as me, I got Montclair on my coat T.O gon' shoot, trust me I know that's my bro Off-White boots, you can't get these from the store I was gon' take your bitch But I looked at her page, that bitch not my type We got shooters all around the state, fuck a nigga, we don't fight I turn pussy nigga to a John Doe Stay with the nine like I'm Rondo I ain't got no heart, we gon' fuck for fun though Kill you and your kinfolks Bitch I'm smokin' big dope, my gun is illegal This is a extendo, shooters out the window Shooters in the back, we can never lack Made a couple racks, times a rack, times a rack I just made a hunnit' bands, finna blow that shit at Saks Blowin' on the pack, we be gettin' high Fuck with T.O, swear to god you'll die First-class seats when we movin' through the sky Flew out to Dubai, cost a lot of moonlight Rich nigga shit, we been moving alright Rolls Royce Wraith with the white star lights No time for a wife, all these hoes gettin' pipe Beat the pussy like Ike, you cannot stay the night Got a Glock with a beam, really I don't gotta aim I fucked on her once, now she is goin' insane She know how I get, baby I cannot get cuffed She wanna know more, I think I told her too much How the fuck can you tell me you need me? Then just leave me John Cena these niggas can't see me These niggas wanna be me These real bullets not BBs, my chain is VV Your bitch wanna fuck, she a slut Couple years me and Moo had it rough This pussy ass nigga actin' tough This nigga not cut, I'll have my niggas pull up Three shots to the gut Fuck that, nigga, aim for the head So you want the nigga dead? Yeah nigga I said what I said Nigga what about the feds? She want the new Celine, she gotta give me some throat Nobody cold as me, I got Monclair on my coat T.O gon' shoot, trust me I know that's my bro Off-White boots, you can't get these from the store