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I got my main lady rockin' Hermès She'll hold it down if I go to the feds I put these racks from the trap on your head In less than twenty-four hours he dead I turned my niggas to bosses, they up now When we let the stick hit, better duck down Ain't no talk when we shootin', it's up now Ain't no changin' the price, I can't come down My vibe is expanded, my music organic I'm not from this planet, my shooters satanic My countertops granite, she ain't got no panties I make these hoes panic, I swipe like a bandit My whip is elusive, I know the trap fluent I put a lil' chick on the plane and she flew it We all on the same page, you know we congruent I run from the cops, boy you know I'm elusive The Circle and money, to me that's important My car is imported, my wrist got imported She try to come join me, I keep that shit different I'm never conformin' I keep that shit Louis, you know what I'm sportin' I keep that shit MJ, we fucked in some Jordans We ride 'round the city in back-to-back Porsches It's me and three ladies, we havin' an orgy Fuck it, I think I'ma swipe 'til I'm 40 I walked into VLIVE and Magic, it's stormin' I bought all this ice so you cannot ignore me I bought a McLaren and sat it on Forgis I want the juices and berry, no Gordy I don't need no engineer to record me Purchased a G Wagen, that's for my shorty Rappers ain't safe, so my mama ain't worried I told my mama I'd kill if I gotta I promise you that you ain't takin' nada My girl on the bed drinkin' piña colada My car is a 'Vette but I had an Impala, I count up the dollars I told her don't spit it out, you better swallow I love when I hit from the back and she holler I need me a launching bad 'cause I got choppers I'm havin' that bread, I be havin' that guala I got my main lady rockin' Hermès She'll hold it down if I go to the feds I put these racks from the trap on your head In less than twenty-four hours he dead I turned my niggas to bosses, they up now When we let the stick hit, better duck down Ain't no talk when we shootin', it's up now Ain't no changin' the price, I can't come down My vibe is expanded, my music organic I'm not from this planet, my shooters satanic My countertops granite, she ain't got no panties I make these hoes panic, I swipe like a bandit My whip is elusive, I know the trap fluent I put a lil' chick on the plane and she flew it We all on the same page, you know we congruent I run from the cops, boy you know I'm elusive Ain't chasin' these women, I'm hurtin' they feelings I'm makin' a killing, I'm tryna get millions I'm juicin', I'm cleansin', they hatin', I sense it You name it, I did it, they copy, they mimic These streets can get wicked, I'm countin' my riches I'm gettin' that money, I'm turnin' down bitches I had to wise up, had to cut off some niggas I keep buyin' pistols, I keep buyin' Louis I keep buyin' houses, I keep buyin' jewelry My Bully a merle but my Frenchie a fluffy I'm probably gon' make me a quarter from puppies We fill up the trailer and keep that shit truckin' We shoot that shit first so there's no need for duckin' She just a thottie, ain't no need to cuff her My apartment a jungle, my reefer is musty My girl is a queen, you gon' die if you touch her We apes in the jungle, we ready to rumble We hang with the lions and bears and the gators We trap in Dekalb, got a house in Decatur We count up the paper, that Za' is my fragrance I'm gainin' this wisdom, I'm havin' some vision My partner's in prison, I pray that I see him I got the blueprint, you know I be teachin' He plannin' on robbin' us, we leave him leakin' I got my main lady rockin' Hermès She'll hold it down if I go to the feds I put these racks from the trap on your head In less than twenty-four hours he dead I turned my niggas to bosses, they up now When we let the stick hit, better duck down Ain't no talk when we shootin', it's up now Ain't no changin' the price, I can't come down My vibe is expanded, my music organic I'm not from this planet, my shooters satanic My countertops granite, she ain't got no panties I make these hoes panic, I swipe like a bandit My whip is elusive, I know the trap fluent I put a lil' chick on the plane and she flew it We all on the same page, you know we congruent I run from the cops, boy you know I'm elusive
Writer(s): Tysen Bolding, Joel Puente, Colm Whyte Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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