Lyrics
Just bought a LV duffle, store the choppas
I was made different
Got a two tone dial and I be spitting bars
I play different
Got a phantom and a benz
I ride home back, I can't fit in
Called my boys home huddle back
We smoking and playing this shi
Got that balmain jacket, I be sliding on the tracks
I be pull up to u bitch house, I ain't afraid to leave my tracks
Take her back to my penthouse, and we chillin with the sprite
Read my written verses to her and we turn up all night
Got the pointers get a line up on your head i finna blow
Got some 223s in my house Imma pull up you get fold
Imma crazy motherfucker I be sniffing on the blow
Got a patek and my ap, both wrists looking like it froze
Shoot ur ass down take ur hoe, I be flexing all my dough
Go to london pour a 4, I see black and blue and gold
I just found my peace, I be trippin man I'm stoned
Got the laser to ur head, I'm gon' pull the trigger yo
Grah goes the choppa, blood be all over the walls
I do what I like, I don't look back I don't pause
Shoot you if you mess with me, don't wanna get involved
Got a knife on my buckle, Imma gut you up and down
Fuck you motherfucker I be snortin' all this M
I be dancing all night, then I take my bitch to bed
I do pull up in a rari, she suck dick like she a sket
When we fuck, then I wake up with the hickeys on my neck
Lick she be on my, dick
She be on my shit
She be on my
Livin on my dough
She be on my house
She be on my clothes
She be on my hoes
Lick she be on my, dick
She be on my shit
She be on my
Livin on my dough
She be on my house
She be on my clothes
She be on my hoes
Sippin mud ain't no Liquor
Purple drink is where it's at
Got the choppas got a 4p
Im just iced out with baguettes
I go hard when I wanna
I just mix shi with some ket
Got my hand filled with bubbly, and a blunt to chase away
Got the pointers get a line up on your head i finna blow
Got some 223s in my house Imma pull up you get fold
Imma crazy motherfucker I be sniffing on the blow
Got a patek and my ap, both wrists looking like it froze
Shoot ur ass down take ur hoe, I be flexing all my dough
Go to london pour a 4, I see black and blue and gold
I just found my peace, I be trippin man I'm stoned
Got the laser to ur head, I'm gon' pull the trigger yo
Just bought a LV duffle, store the choppas
I was made different
Got a two tone dial and I be spitting bars
I play different
Got a phantom and a benz
I ride home back, I can't fit in
Called my boys home huddle back
We smoking and playing this shi
Got that balmain jacket, I be sliding on the tracks
I be pull up to u bitch house, I ain't afraid to leave my tracks
Take her back to my penthouse, and we chillin with the sprite
Read my written verses to her and we turn up all night
Got the pointers get a line up on your head i finna blow
Got some 223s in my house Imma pull up you get fold
Imma crazy motherfucker I be sniffing on the blow
Got a patek and my ap, both wrists looking like it froze
Shoot ur ass down take ur hoe, I be flexing all my dough
Go to london pour a 4, I see black and blue and gold
I just found my peace, I be trippin man I'm stoned
Got the laser to ur head, I'm gon' pull the trigger yo
Writer(s): Abhishekh Rajan
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