'86 Testarossa (feat. Rome Streetz)

(La Música de Harry Fraud) yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Angel on the hood, the hustler that could From bad make good, from one make dual From that make plural, multiple, quadruple Lamborghinis revving in the warehouse in neutral Music been fruitful, can't complain But for sure it's some sucker-ass niggas in the gang Can't put change on everybody You get fucked up when you get sloppy After this, watch niggas cop it Tried to, before all hell is shut Probably caught fallin' in a baby hammer Duck tail spoiler, with the radar scanner She bought mе a new tracksuit every day I stayеd with her in Atlanta So I left her with a handful Sorry, baby girl, I gotta scramble You know how your mans do Damn What's the matter? Bergen's taking the Testarossa Ayo, German engine in the car, big joints sound stuffed, cigars (yeah) No luck, this glory to God (uh-huh) Nah, this ain't no overnight shit I been grindin' hella hard, turned up into a nice flip (I did) Fucked up life, had me stuck in a tight grip Battling vices, taking L's like the dice trick, flight risk (yeah) Now it's twice the rent for my Nike kicks (haha) On planes, high as a kite, jet lag, bitch (yeah) Lately life's lit, can't complain, I see no comp' All these niggas is playin', been speedin' in my lane Married the game, never broke a promise (uh-huh) I need a boatload of dollars Hopping out 'Rari like Philip Michael Thomas or Collins (yeah) Fuck college, made commas over my street knowledge (yeah) Everybody eats, now we on shit Brick by brick, I built this Now pricks wanna be partners (yeah) Fuck outta here After I pick up Acosta and meet Levec, we go to the drop How are you gonna give us the location? There's no way I'll be able to do that Acosta's Colombian, he doesn't trust Anglos, it has to be me