歌词
7.62 probably rip his interior
Pop out the vert, leakin' drip like a period
Wide body swervin', can tell that I'm steering it
Bitch want a Birkin but still work at clearances
On a ten hour flight, I won't sleep till we land
Got the drum in the truck with the stick, I got bands
If the carbon can't come in with me, I ain't staying
Use to sleep with my heat now I sleep with my fans
Ay, car go
From a look ain't touch on the raw note
Big racks in the bucket, that's for Pablo
Big jets, fill 'em up with cigar smoke
Hunnid racks coulda knocked out ya car note
If you play then you lay, you get knocked by your mans
I come up straight from the bottom
How the fuck I'm gettin' top by these models?
It ain't making sense
I keep blue boys in the coupe
We ain't got enough room in this bitch for the dubs and the tens
I'm suited up like the troops
Rockin Givenchy boots
Got my foot on they neck, leave a print
I treat the Rolls like a room
Put hit her head through the roof of this bitch 'cause she know I got tint
All of them fuck **** know
Better not come at me wrong bout no smoke 'cause they know how I get
I'm in New York with the Wu
Can't be fallin' in love with no swoo 'cause she here for my bands
I know some **** that's trapped in the cell
Wasn't kept in the loop 'cause they don't hear from they mans
I'm the young **** that put all his profit from trappin' to rappin'
That's been in my plans
Chanel double C, put my bitches in mink
She feel new to this life, she so use to FN
Hop out a Ghost and hop in a Lamb'
I want her closer, I bring her here
I wanna know son, why is you there?
She acting worrisome I want her friend
Yeah, yeah
Told her check out the fragrance, lil bitch, I got racks on
I know that they hate, I came up off point eighting these ****
I trap till the pack gone
7.62 probably rip his interior
Pop out the vert, leakin' drip like a period
Wide body swervin', can tell that I'm steering it
Bitch want a Birkin but still work at clearances
On a ten hour flight, I won't sleep till we land
Got the drum in the truck with the stick, I got bands
If the carbon can't come in with me, I ain't staying
Use to sleep with my heat now I sleep with my fans
Ay, car go
From a look, ain't touch on the raw note
Big racks in the bucket, that's for Pablo
Big jets, fill 'em up with cigar smoke
Hunnid racks coulda knocked out ya car note
If you play then you lay, you get knocked by your mans
I come up straight from the bottom
How the fuck I'm gettin top by these models?
It ain't making sense, yeah
Written by: Jadakis Jason
