Fetti

Like, lumber jack vest and some bape sweats 89 vets still rock the tape deck Suckas ain't livin' they just wasting breathe Summers pedal to the metal chasing debt Off track placing bets collectin' checks Draggin' that motherfuckin' money net On to the next score and we ain't finish countin' yet Fuck it, store it in the floor conceal it in the ceiling Park them cars behind my girls house tell her she ain't see shit Nigga, we movin' like new apartment units I'm just doin' my thing and hoes drawn to it Bomb fluent in that money talk Glass slippers before she can walk Silver spoons fill her food for thought Cinderella's prissy sisters woulda pissed their pants to kiss her Break it off on sight She been gone all night, but she came back right Tip toeing in the room, tryna not to wake me Slipped 10 grand beneath my pillow and whispered I love you, baby Shit crazy but it makes perfect sense payin me to play her But I shan't say I'mma pimp, just a prolific playa with a gift Its in my nature to put that pressure on simps Come off that paper, you don't know what to do with that shit I can show ya I can grow ya Into something much colder We the highed-up title holders. Behold us Behold us There's hoes know us It's ike the game show us (That nigga, Tarantino flow) (You know what I'm sayin'?) Yeah, dirty needle to the mainline You can play kissy face with them bitches nigga I tame mine Strap her down with two bricks and straight put that bitch on a train ride If she ain't about that cheddar I give these heffers no hang time Like billy ho, tryna reup on them pills and blow Cleaner than sydney dean and spike gon jump this shit midea before (?) Like i didn't come thru on the lexus vs and the benz on 20 inch rims before I sellin them nothin but killa I'm feelin like pete villa in Cartier lenses ho You surely gon die, have you lived before? Blew dope smoke on suede roofs Through rolex on wood wheel Two hoes next that room deal Nigga cruise through to a cool meal Stay in the streets not indicted C-E- to the O my shit drop when I feel like it Just call me Freddie Gordy on them 40s I chamber block that ch-ch-ch-chopper thank the lordy Gotta strip these niggas bare cause bare essentials couldn't afford it Shoot it smoke it snort it Rollin dragin now everybody chasin Gary in the 1980s everybody basin Its dinner time and shorty can't eat no books, He flippin' yay now Gave him 100 years cause he Nino Brown of the playground I swear to god my momma always told me there'd be days Like smokin' dope and pourin Henny on my nigga grave site And wonderin' who gonna raise my child if I get sprayed Light your boss up like your poppy and get paid (Yung freddy caine, fa sho man, freddie soprano) Spitta and gibbs that That pistol to your ribs That box chevy them 373 gears Chokes out the concrete, shit spinnin around me Hit that weed and deliver a profound speech Spoke with profound speech Speakin prolific Smokin on blueberry like Halle head in the piffy Bout to boomerang her eddie, I Billy Bob if she let me Right on my living room floor Cuz these monster balls are soo heavy Under the living room floor There lies trunk full of gold If shit should ever go low Then we will never go broke Liquify the assets, audio dopeboy magic Keep the Bentley console full of weed ashes G-classes, glass feat leather under my ass cheeks Talkin bout muscle cars Got a driveway full of athletes Rappin like 1/2 the time I got 20 bands for the half-book Keep it 100 solid, They straight shook they half crooks (That fettuchini whats up)