[ Featuring Smoke DZA, Harry Fraud ]
(La música de Harry Fraud) Heh, heh, heh
Rubber band rap, all my knots
My bitch pulled with a teacup Yorkie in a Range Rover drop-top
Now I'm riding shotgun underneath the sun
Thumbing through these hunnid dollar bills like ones
Father fly, got so many rap sons
High grade medicinal in my lungs when I swung on blades
Severed heads bled in a pathway we fled
All my friends are dead presidents so stack bread
Clearly, homie, you been misled
Foolish of you to listen to what a hater had said
Life is a SuperBowl bet, million dollar point spread
Covered like comforters on the bed
Money tree leaves hanging like dreads
Company currently on the run getting paid
Company comfortably wearing diamonds on stage
Making movies, killing beats, putting 'em on the front page
Yeah
(Definitely a lot of stuff on the boat)
(Looks like he might be dumping some more stuff here, yep)
(How, how many objects have they used?)
(About five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten)
(Eleven, twelve) (How many? Twelve)
Really
Thirteen
(It appeared to be packages)
Right, presidential crowns, presidential suites
Door to door with the pack like I'm Uber Eats
Like move ten of 'em maybe you can sleep
I left the plug house at twelve he gave me two for free
Drug money in our pockets
The best part of it is it's all profit (right)
The Never Die Corporation
All these hunnids together, look at the organization
Ice cold is my aura
Put designer on my sons and my daughters
Bullshits aside, old dodger like Tommy Lasorda
You talkin' stoner lifestyle, you tuned in to the fathers
Hm, I'm like, "Why even bother? These niggas liars"
They makeup game on Sephora
Pass me a lighter
Smoke one for the illest squads
Traditional mob
This little thing of ours
([?] It looked like two people went into the water, but, uh, not sure)
(Yeah, whatever, there's only one law enforcement vessel)
(And who knows what's left in that boat?)
(He's talking with the other boat, and the boat can come in)
(And get the, uh, bundles before someone else gets 'em)
