Lyrics

Yeah Yeah Uh Uhhh Throwin' racks in my section Applyin' the pressure Throw it on whoever Ain't showin' affection Drink right out the bottle Went up a new level Patek or Movado whichever fits better Butterfly doors goin' up in a Tesla The feds on my line but I really ain't stressing My brothers stay solid ain't doin no tellin We still pourin' up ain't no reason to measure Throwin' racks in my section Applyin' the pressure Throw it on whoever Ain't showin' affection Drink right out the bottle Went up a new level Patek or Movado whichever feels better Butterfly doors goin' up in a Tesla The feds on my line but I really ain't stressing My brothers stay solid ain't doin no tellin We still pourin' up ain't no reason to measure Bottles on bottles it ain't no askin' where the drinks at Patek Philippe only four pointers where the face at Wood grain interior thumbing through hundreds in a Maybach Hang round some niggas thats quick to ask you were that safe at Business is business I finally came to my senses I had to flood out the tennis curtains going draw some attention Your shit is old it ain't trending Chances are we already did it Im In my section with Pimpin Pull up and see how we living Know all of the whips is push button Tune out them broke niggas ain't talking bout nothing That's fifty racks stuffed in that Louis V luggage This weight on my shoulders got me working double Touchdown with the plug now we talking logistics That boy keep acting going be a statistic My head on a swivel the money consistent My vision is vivid this lifestyle risky Shit can get real don't got time for no gimmicks Can never be lacking got play your position Straight flight to Atlanta Spent a dub up in Lenox Massages by leisure on Louis V linen Pull up in a foreign hop out of two seaters I thought we had beef now that boy got amnesia My bitch bad and boujie she shop for the season Can buy the whole state she a 800 beacon Throwin' racks in my section Applyin' the pressure Throw it on whoever Ain't showin' affection Drink right out the bottle Went up a new level Patek or Movado whichever fits better Butterfly doors goin' up in a Tesla The feds on my line but I really ain't stressing My brothers stay solid ain't doin no tellin We still pourin' up ain't no reason to measure Throwin' racks in my section Applyin' the pressure Throw it on whoever Ain't showin' affection Drink right out the bottle Went up a new level Patek or Movado whichever fits better Butterfly doors goin' up in a Tesla The feds on my line but I really ain't stressing My brothers stay solid ain't doin no tellin We still pourin' up ain't no reason to measure Fuck being humble bitch I bought them racks out Only do shows in the club if its packed out Ain't tryin' to love you I'm tryin' blow your back out Ain't tryin' to beef on the net where you at Yeah Drop the red pin and you know Ima spin it The shooter and driver with no codefendant It's never just personal Personal business Skip the rehearsal and come through and kill it Stuck in my Waze I don't follow directions Me and Jvir throwing racks in the section Havin my way on stage wit my weapon Count the backend and smash out in a Tesla Clientele heavy I need a gym membership Just sold a glizzy right outside the dealership Aces by cases you see how I'm living I'm not really into you get out your feelings She a real bitch she give fuck bout a nigga Her big Birkin bag it hold 5 or 6 figures I'm a real nigga can't trip off no bitch and my glock in the spot it ain't stashed in the whip Swervin' through traffic I bet you catch me I'm so icy baby like Gucci and Gretski Run through the money they say it's impressive I slide on these niggas I'm Pimpin Ovechkin Throwin' racks in my section Applyin' the pressure Throw it on whoever Ain't showin' affection Drink right out the bottle Went up a new level Patek or Movado whichever fits better Butterfly doors goin' up in a Tesla The feds on my line but I really ain't stressing My brothers stay solid ain't doin no tellin We still pourin' up ain't no reason to measure Throwin' racks in my section Applyin' the pressure Throw it on whoever Ain't showin' affection Drink right out the bottle Went up a new level Patek or Movado whichever fits better Butterfly doors goin' up in a Tesla The feds on my line but I really ain't stressing My brothers stay solid ain't doin no tellin We still pourin' up ain't no reason to measure
Writer(s): Jair Dudley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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