Whole Lotta!

In a coupe with a whole lotta bitches Play with the gang that's a whole lotta stitches Big ass clip it's a whole lotta inches Cleaning his crew like a whole lotta dishes Finding Nemo, he gon' sleep with the fishes I don't want your shawty I don't want your mistress Got blue and red shooters I feel like the pistons My niggas they moving that weight like the benching Shooters, tighten your screw with the tool no wrenches Like World War Two my guys in the trenches Diamonds on my neck and you know that they drenching Smoking your mans I don't care if you miss him Got a ACOG scope you know I wasn't missing This shit not a game but I'm on a mission Niggas be broke on they ass and they wishing But I make it look easy no competition At your front door like I got petitions They believing in me like superstitions Oh Yeah All these bands gotta rake it out Never doubted that I was gon' make it out Melo hesitation, fake a nigga out Chopper named Christian Mingle take a nigga out On preheat, bake a nigga out New Chanel runners gotta go break em' out Found out where he live, so we gonna stake him out In the field with the snakes so I brought me some cleats, and a big ass XD So if he try me we gon put him to sleep I hop in the Benz, I feel like Lil Peep Walk out of Neimans, had a couple bags on me Keep a strap cause I don't like no hands on me She keep looking at me cause I got some bags on me You don't play in the game you in the stands homie Got bands on me yeah, bands on me (Hollup) Tec turn a nigga to a zombie (Hollup) Helmut lang ain't no Ambercrobie Not on me In a coupe with a whole lotta bitches Play with the gang that's a whole lotta stitches Big ass clip it's a whole lotta inches Cleaning his crew like a whole lotta dishes Finding Nemo, he gon' sleep with the fishes I don't want your shawty I don't want your mistress Got blue and red shooters I feel like the pistons