Privacy

I took the top off made it black My shooter take ya top off, leave ya flat I want the top off and the engine in the back Fuck what you talmbout- it be cap (yea) This a Raf Simons bag She got the Raf Simons coat, won't give it back Don't make a sound, come through the back This a traphouse you can't sit right there you gotta stand My Prada jeans black, yea Take that right and cut the lights down Before you come round where I stay turn yo location off Bitch we sellin' drugs I hang wit felons wit the mob We see blood we clean it up, get the mop, It's a opp All black Prada bag Bitch we poppin' tags, we don't gotta talk bout that Pull up, park that shit I just hopped up off a jet Private jet, bitch I need my privacy Excuse my manners I ain't even tryin' to flex Excuse my manners, ain't mean to blind you by the baguettes (holup) Excuse my manners ain't mean to fuck ya bitch This bitch got no manners she pull up, make a mess, yea Pop it, pop it Dancer: Private Yea And she ain't go to college AR, rock out for the bodies LMG, yea I tote my shotty OMG, he got shot in my optic AMG that boy ride private Kendall, Kylie that boy got options She see me try to take off my Prada... My Prada jeans black, yea Take that right and cut the lights down Before you come round where I stay turn yo location off Bitch we sellin' drugs I hang wit felons wit the mob We see blood we clean it up, get the mop, It's a opp Another opp just died, pour that red and pour it out for ya nigga I been posted up on the south wit my niggas Droppin' the kids off in her mouth, babysitter Talkin' to the police, word of mouth pussy niggas Droppin' off that work at the house: private villa Put you on a shirt, bitch I'm the fashion killa Put you in the dirt, bitch I'm a grave digger Put me in the room with the goat, it's full of mirrors Highest in the room, ain't nobody gettin' near us...