Ags the Silver - Carats Lyrics

Bitch, you see my gold, you gonna die
24k, custom racks of ice
My carats make your best girl do the slide
Cuban upon Cuban, bitch I'm flying

When I walk, I shock them passerbys
Wrist and neck so icy, they go blind
My mama raised humble, but I try
Though flexing is a passion, imma hide

Got them carats right
Fitted links so tight
Custom Indian ice
Bappi lahiri style

Got them carats right
Fitted links so tight
Custom Indian ice
Bappi lahiri style

I don't need a triplet flow to show I'm on the grind
When I play I'm running aces all the time
Your girl f*ck me for my yellow, yes she trying
Coz she a gold digger, brother you just wasting time

When I'm the streets I be calling to my boys
We be rolling with 4 tyres, and our pockets filled with coins
Feeling like a pirate coz they be dubloons, not dimes
Like the ones on the end of the rainbow, only with more shine (I shyne!)

Got them carats right
Fitted links so tight
Custom Indian ice
Bappi lahiri style

Got them carats right
Fitted links so tight
Custom Indian ice
Bappi lahiri style