Stare at me to long and you can go ahead and take a flick

Pussy in my hands need that pure water or it'll make me sick

Dressed up in designer I like nice clothes so I wear em all

I got my Yeezy's on like Ye I'm w it

Fuck the world

(Fuck em)

Sun and all

I said I fucked

Ugh

Get up n leave

I got money on my mind

I just **breath**

Breathe in green

Wocky jolly

Pussy spilt it on my leather coat

Yeah we get lit fasho tho

Fashodie woah

I got bitches on my line

Let it ring

COLT's home

Crown the King

Sex songs

Be at ease

Weekend down in Medellin

Rapping but I like to sing

I fuckin love my life

The old me bought a better me

Tip toe on a bitch

Before I walk in take my socks off (I don't need em)

Because I own this bitch

Lemme fuck and get my rocks off (ah ah ah ah ah)

I got my chains on

Tooly on

Get it in

Sinnin senator

Strapped up

With that Magnum grin

I don't talk murder

I hate the court and law

Them bitches wan be on my call log

But I pawned em off

Sign this non disclosure ugh

Fore I let you in

Gah damn kid

You da fucking man

Black on black on black

Like this what I been on no Johnny Cash

Diamonds on my neck won't weigh my down

I need more that's a fact

Black tee with whatever the Atlanta way I fuck with that

Hair swing to the crowd say shawty hi and then I hit it flat

Fact fact fact

Pull up two seater

I laid back and count my cash

You suck me dry

We call that even

I ain't Steven nor Beliebin

I sold lines right by the sink

This heater came with stormy weather

But I still wore out my mink

White Air Force 1's straight out the box

Ain't met a chic ain't like my cock (she love it)

I stand on 10 don't need a ladder

And I'm still gone reach the top

My hair a mop with fancy edges

These hoes love my twisted accent

I'm confused they say I'm actin

Shit ain't funny once its action huh?

Go ahead and call your homies up

(Aye over here)

We gone stomp the yard and tear it up

(Ahh shit)

I can be sweet guess this my other side

It's time to ride Ima fucking survive

(Yeah)

Ugh breathe bitch

(At least try)

Damn, Breathe bitch!

(Oh yeahh you can try)

Alright look look one more thing one more thing

(Right here x5)

I like to flirt with danger cause that shit make me feel so alive

I still ride round with chimney smoke like Santa drop in on a dime

Stealthy gettin wealthy man these riches give me different highs

Sung to her bout love she broke my heart now I'm on demon time

I got bitches on my line

Let it ring

COLT's home

Crown the King

Sex songs

Be at ease

Weekend down in Medellin

Rapping but I like to sing

I fuckin love my life

The old me bought a better me