Lyrics

Yeah, had to get my guap up, yeah Higher than your altitude (yo, Pi'erre) Nigga with an attitude (yo, Pi'erre) Young nigga got booked like room We was in the hood last summer I'm on the block with my bros Block too hot, we go home Yeah, my VV's, they froze Icebox, that's home If a nigga hate he broke, hey He ain't got no dough I rock Sossboy, no Chrome, hey Purple hearts, no Chrome But my ring, yeah, it's Chrome Heart And Rolling Stone, hey And diamonds stone, hey It keep me frozen Smoking on purple with my gold Rollie (yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre) Smoking on purple, rest in peace Kobe For real, them niggas can't fuck with me, they lie Make 'em all pay just like they tithes I got the bank, no credit line Run through her mind, no finish line I got my Rollie, can't waste my time I'm gon' tax, but it's fine I got racks, I got mines Diamonds flash, diamonds shine Make her thirsty, lemon-lime When I'm inside, I don't come outside (yo, Pi'erre) When I'm inside, give her butterflies (yo, Pi'erre) Yeah, she love when I'm inside Yeah, she love when I'm outside Give her butterflies inside Yeah, she love when I'm inside I ran it up like a scratch-off You niggas scared with the mask off Five times, yeah, like the Candyman Rasta nigga like the Beenie Man These niggas really look up to me So you will always be under me I got the buzz like a bumblebee I'm from the hood where the jungle be These niggas mad 'cause I'm up now Fucking with me, it's two dubs now (yo, Pi'erre) Used to play Midnight Club: DUB Edition (yo, Pi'erre) Want a new car, no key in the ignition I just be chilling, my chain be chilling Like George Foreman, these niggas be grilling When you get money, it hit the ceiling My nigga Green Goblin, super villain Trapping my beats, I got rhythm Nigga want beef, but he chicken Used to work at Zaxby's, stack my chicken Travis Porter, yeah, I'm different Black boy, white boy, we the same I rock Sossboy with my gang Used to buy my weed from James That shit high, but it was flame (For real) them niggas can't fuck with me, they lie Make 'em all pay just like they tithes (yo, Pi'erre) I got the bank, no credit line (yo, Pi'erre) Run through her mind, no finish line I got my Rollie, can't waste my time I'm gon' tax, but it's fine I got racks, I got mines Diamonds flash, diamonds shine Make her thirsty, lemon-lime When I'm inside, I don't come outside When I'm inside, give her butterflies Yeah, she love when I'm inside Yeah, she love when I'm outside Give her butterflies inside Yeah, she love when I'm inside I'm still motherfucking falling, man I can't get the fuck up You understand what I'm saying? I don't understand what to do
Writer(s): Jordan Timothy Jenks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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