Yea, I gotta few tones
I need a chain that say Carat to attract some new hoes
I be fresh as fucc all the way down to my toes
I got old haters cousin, I need some new foes
Icy as a hockey rink but I need some new gold
I need a backseat full of bitches wit' the roof gone
They be like "boi you high as hell"
Yea im too blown
Cause when I put this crown on my head I need two thrones
They always smell the weed when I pass by like its cologne
All that back & forth we aint doin' fam' im too grown
The fact I got away when DEA had gone thru my phone
I was put away & felt my life was like a car loan
At 13 I got arrested & dealt wit' my uncle Carlos
In my childhood I would stare at the Monte Carlo
Tasted fine pussy like Cabernet or the Merlot
Real shit, live yo life 'cause we aint promised tomorrow, uh
I Play To Win
I love to sin & usually fucc my friends
Plus I turn my L's into these W's & call it Wins
Anytime I pulled up at a Penthouse it was at the Wynn
We had a threesome off the Gin
Sex better than the gym
I barley think about wat happens once it all begins
Ridin' in my bitches whip
Grateful for the life im in
Hopin' I dont fucc it up
Joggin' 'til I run it up
Dusse in my double cup
Ballin' like my Omni Pumps
Yea, you know I had to figure more out
How to take the sore out
All the chances poured out
All this way wit' no route
Guilt & pain wit' no doubt
Heartaches to roar out
I drift away & burnout
& when I get it off the muscle I dont have to show off
Im still waiting on my day, that Tory Lanez shit wore off
Yea they booked me in Connecticut, everything was paid off
I opened up for Dave East but I dont feel like im on
Like my dream was watered down & all the bread I blew gone
Im finna write it off in taxes in the end if its wrong
I be sulkin' in my sorrow without writin' a song
Everything I had a passion for make me wanna yawn
All this money I be spendin' on my weed is beyond
She ask me if im cheatin' when I barely respond
Hoes hug me like a Diamond when its clapped to the prongs
I be forgettin' all my problems when im high 'cause im calm
Ima spitter, yo lips chapped, buy you some balm
Need my S.E.O to rank so search me like .Com
I be checkin' my statistics & im playin' in Guam
I couldn't lie to you, I had to move back in wit' my moms
I pull up buzzin' in my Jeep, hotboxin' on some G' shit
I aint wanna sell this raw homie but its street shit
I bought quarter, made a rack & soaked the game
I peeped it
I turned a basehead into profit on some fiend shit
Yea, standing on my ground
Yall be passin' hoes & wonder how they get around
Back when Lil' Mexico was active lettin' rounds
All I did was tag & kept on coloring my sound
Im no longer civilized, im runnin' outta chances
Everything I criticized molded into passion
They thew me in my cell & accused me of kidnappin'
I had to paint it for you like gloss, matte & satin
Carat - No Hook Lyrics
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Yea, I gotta few tones
I need a chain that say Carat to attract some new hoes
I be fresh as fucc all the way down to my toes
I got old haters cousin, I need some new foes
Icy as a hockey rink but I need some new gold
I need a backseat full of bitches wit' the roof gone
They be like "boi you high as hell"
Yea im too blown
Cause when I put this crown on my head I need two thrones
They always smell the weed when I pass by like its cologne
All that back & forth we aint doin' fam' im too grown
The fact I got away when DEA had gone thru my phone
I was put away & felt my life was like a car loan
At 13 I got arrested & dealt wit' my uncle Carlos
In my childhood I would stare at the Monte Carlo
Tasted fine pussy like Cabernet or the Merlot
Real shit, live yo life 'cause we aint promised tomorrow, uh
I Play To Win
I love to sin & usually fucc my friends
Plus I turn my L's into these W's & call it Wins
Anytime I pulled up at a Penthouse it was at the Wynn
We had a threesome off the Gin
Sex better than the gym
I barley think about wat happens once it all begins
Ridin' in my bitches whip
Grateful for the life im in
Hopin' I dont fucc it up
Joggin' 'til I run it up
Dusse in my double cup
Ballin' like my Omni Pumps
Yea, you know I had to figure more out
How to take the sore out
All the chances poured out
All this way wit' no route
Guilt & pain wit' no doubt
Heartaches to roar out
I drift away & burnout
& when I get it off the muscle I dont have to show off
Im still waiting on my day, that Tory Lanez shit wore off
Yea they booked me in Connecticut, everything was paid off
I opened up for Dave East but I dont feel like im on
Like my dream was watered down & all the bread I blew gone
Im finna write it off in taxes in the end if its wrong
I be sulkin' in my sorrow without writin' a song
Everything I had a passion for make me wanna yawn
All this money I be spendin' on my weed is beyond
She ask me if im cheatin' when I barely respond
Hoes hug me like a Diamond when its clapped to the prongs
I be forgettin' all my problems when im high 'cause im calm
Ima spitter, yo lips chapped, buy you some balm
Need my S.E.O to rank so search me like .Com
I be checkin' my statistics & im playin' in Guam
I couldn't lie to you, I had to move back in wit' my moms
I pull up buzzin' in my Jeep, hotboxin' on some G' shit
I aint wanna sell this raw homie but its street shit
I bought quarter, made a rack & soaked the game
I peeped it
I turned a basehead into profit on some fiend shit
Yea, standing on my ground
Yall be passin' hoes & wonder how they get around
Back when Lil' Mexico was active lettin' rounds
All I did was tag & kept on coloring my sound
Im no longer civilized, im runnin' outta chances
Everything I criticized molded into passion
They thew me in my cell & accused me of kidnappin'
I had to paint it for you like gloss, matte & satin
I need a chain that say Carat to attract some new hoes
I be fresh as fucc all the way down to my toes
I got old haters cousin, I need some new foes
Icy as a hockey rink but I need some new gold
I need a backseat full of bitches wit' the roof gone
They be like "boi you high as hell"
Yea im too blown
Cause when I put this crown on my head I need two thrones
They always smell the weed when I pass by like its cologne
All that back & forth we aint doin' fam' im too grown
The fact I got away when DEA had gone thru my phone
I was put away & felt my life was like a car loan
At 13 I got arrested & dealt wit' my uncle Carlos
In my childhood I would stare at the Monte Carlo
Tasted fine pussy like Cabernet or the Merlot
Real shit, live yo life 'cause we aint promised tomorrow, uh
I Play To Win
I love to sin & usually fucc my friends
Plus I turn my L's into these W's & call it Wins
Anytime I pulled up at a Penthouse it was at the Wynn
We had a threesome off the Gin
Sex better than the gym
I barley think about wat happens once it all begins
Ridin' in my bitches whip
Grateful for the life im in
Hopin' I dont fucc it up
Joggin' 'til I run it up
Dusse in my double cup
Ballin' like my Omni Pumps
Yea, you know I had to figure more out
How to take the sore out
All the chances poured out
All this way wit' no route
Guilt & pain wit' no doubt
Heartaches to roar out
I drift away & burnout
& when I get it off the muscle I dont have to show off
Im still waiting on my day, that Tory Lanez shit wore off
Yea they booked me in Connecticut, everything was paid off
I opened up for Dave East but I dont feel like im on
Like my dream was watered down & all the bread I blew gone
Im finna write it off in taxes in the end if its wrong
I be sulkin' in my sorrow without writin' a song
Everything I had a passion for make me wanna yawn
All this money I be spendin' on my weed is beyond
She ask me if im cheatin' when I barely respond
Hoes hug me like a Diamond when its clapped to the prongs
I be forgettin' all my problems when im high 'cause im calm
Ima spitter, yo lips chapped, buy you some balm
Need my S.E.O to rank so search me like .Com
I be checkin' my statistics & im playin' in Guam
I couldn't lie to you, I had to move back in wit' my moms
I pull up buzzin' in my Jeep, hotboxin' on some G' shit
I aint wanna sell this raw homie but its street shit
I bought quarter, made a rack & soaked the game
I peeped it
I turned a basehead into profit on some fiend shit
Yea, standing on my ground
Yall be passin' hoes & wonder how they get around
Back when Lil' Mexico was active lettin' rounds
All I did was tag & kept on coloring my sound
Im no longer civilized, im runnin' outta chances
Everything I criticized molded into passion
They thew me in my cell & accused me of kidnappin'
I had to paint it for you like gloss, matte & satin
Writer: Miguel Moreno-Valles
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid