[ Featuring Zaytoven, Trauma Tone ]
(Zaytoven)
(Trauma Tone)
I got them shooters like Boston
I put a jaguar inside of a coffin
Shout out to P.R.E., R.I.P. Dolph
And I'm gettin' money, I know economics
Come on lil' mama, let's go to the exit
You lookin' good as f*ck, might get you pregnant
I'm catchin' a jugg, give me a second
You know I'm first, I never been second
You better spin if I give you the cutter
I'm on the camel, I'm chillin' in Qatar
So many Cubans, they think I'm Latino
I feel like a lion, I feel like a Leo
I got them racks, decided to keep all
Cartier's tinted, I cannot see y'all
I'm gettin' bended, I'm on these eights
I'm gettin' lifted, Armani cape
You see the tints, we grow this shit
You smell the scent, you can get spent
Three round bursts hit like a verse (we got flower, we got terps)
Yeah, my name Herkul, I'm rockin' the kilo
All my vehicles black, negro
Droppin' bags on my family, my people
Keep that fire 'cause this world is so evil
I done rented a house out Dubai
He a clone, he a street nigga, murk him
I was born solid, that shit is inside of me
She told me pull it out, put it inside of me
Know that I'm straight 'cause the angels is guidin' me
Did it myself, I ain't have no one guidin' me
Run up that pape', now it's no longer poverty
You wanna trap, better do this shit properly
I got you forever, lil' mama, infinity
Used to sell P's out an old-ass Infinity
I feel like a god, I feel the divinity
They tryna come 'round and soak up my energy
She know I'm havin' a real nigga tendency
My necklace filled with them links ain't no tennis'
Dirty my rep', I can't let nigga blemish it
Overseas drip, I went shoppin' in Sicily
I got them shooters like Boston
I put a jaguar inside of a coffin
Shout out to P.R.E., R.I.P. Dolph
And I'm gettin' money, I know economics
Come on lil' mama, let's go to the exit
You lookin' good as f*ck, might get you pregnant
I'm catchin' a jugg, give me a second
You know I'm first, I never been second
You better spin if I give you the cutter
I'm on the camel, I'm chillin' in Qatar
So many Cubans, they think I'm Latino
I feel like a lion, I feel like a Leo
I got them racks, decided to keep all
Cartier's tinted, I cannot see y'all
I'm gettin' bended, I'm on these eights
I'm gettin' lifted, Armani cape
