[ Featuring 2GramCam ]
Aye, lemme hear dat hoe Jeff
Speedy these bitches get left
Ain't got to tell them get right
You can get hit like a chef
Cookin this shit like a chef
Cookin this shit with the Tec
Bullets came right so hollow
Drop to her knees, she swallow
Tell me what you don't know
I be dressed in all black like a crow
This Ricky on me when it's cold
And this Dior on me but it's old
I need Vintage Chanel for the season
And these niggas saw me, they seizin
I brought out $30k for no reason, no reason
No reason i do this shit for the culture
And these niggas be biting they vultures
F*ck it I switched up the swag
Yeah I spent $20k on that tag
And I spent $40k on that bag
But they get extra racks for that vision
And these niggas hate for attention
I got the drip like the mob boy
Hop in the coupe that a push start
I feel like Luke Im the damn father
Hit the trap like a gym gotta go harder
My diamonds aquamarine
I mix the Ricky McQueen
I trap in the hood so I f*ck with the fiends
The gun to your head I
Might blow out your brains
My migo been calmin me down with those things
Trap jumpin lke a Mexican
Im rockin this Gucci my bitch is Celine
Id rather go hard I like the finer things
Flooded my pinky with them diamond rings
Smokin this OG Im high as a plane
You reach for my chain you must be insane
I just copped the 40 the rollie was plain
Can't f*ck with these niggas
These niggas is lame
Go get the bricks and cram them in the Range
100 round choppa don't need no aim
Go get the money mother f*ck the fame
Step in designer like I'm John Wayne
Play with me nigga I'm bringing the pain
Call the dope head when I sell the caine
Speedy these bitches get left
Ain't got to tell them get right
You can get hit like a chef
Cookin this shit like a chef
Cookin this shit with the Tec
Bullets came right so hollow
Drop to her knees, she swallow
Tell me what you don't know
I be dressed in all black like a crow
This Ricky on me when it's cold
And this Dior on me but it's old
I need Vintage Chanel for the season
And these niggas saw me, they seizin
I brought out $30k for no reason, no reason
No reason i do this shit for the culture
And these niggas be biting they vultures
F*ck it I switched up the swag
Yeah I spent $20k on that tag
And I spent $40k on that bag
But they get extra racks for that vision
And these niggas hate for attention
Rock the Gucci with the ice
Mixing up the activist with Sprite
Sayin like brotha what is the price?
Hoe I need thirty thou for the face
Ain't no tellin
Kickin back breakin diamond cigars
Rollin up the OG out the jar
More gelato you know I need flavors
Can't imagine myself on them papers
And my neighbors, yeah they know
I be geekin, that's fasho
Buy Canadian Goose when it snow
And decided to f*ck with the bowl
Remember nights always grippin that pole
Might pop me a nigga, he fold
And them ops, he do it, he gone
And Im rockin this Gucci cologne
Remember Mason all over my clothes
And this Fendi gone cover my hoes
Them bitches be doin the most
She get conversation out the most
Gone cop you a ticket, just sing, and we go
Speedy these bitches get left
Ain't got to tell them get right
You can get hit like a chef
Cookin this shit like a chef
Cookin this shit with the Tec
Bullets came right so hollow
Drop to her knees, she swallow
Tell me what you don't know
I be dressed in all black like a crow
This Ricky on me when it's cold
And this Dior on me but it's old
I need Vintage Chanel for the season
And these niggas saw me, they seizin
I brought out $30k for no reason, no reason
No reason i do this shit for the culture
And these niggas be biting they vultures
F*ck it I switched up the swag
Yeah I spent $20k on that tag
And I spent $40k on that bag
But they get extra racks for that vision
And these niggas hate for attention