Paroles: Danny Glover

2 door coupe, 400 chips
Jacob watch cost two bricks
Throw another rack, she doin’ splits
I got a bag of molly’s, know she wanna lick
Make a girl kiss a girl
Turnin shit and the molly whirl
And then she geekin off them drugs
Makin faces like Lil Durk
Don’t need a couple of me cus I know I know I’m the shit
All this ice on me, I’m froze in ths bitch
Look like if someone dope, niggas throw him in this bitch
All these girls wanna fuck like gold on my dick
NY dope boy, you know this shit nitty
His Rolex tickin, that nigga counterfeit
This from the tribe bitch, come and free ride dibs
I only blow gas, don’t fuck with the mix
Diamonds flashin like paparazzis takin pictures
I dont fuck with lames, I fuck with real goons killers all my niggas they the realest
Flockaveli 2 on the way, I see these pussy niggas catchin’ feelings
That fresh and new, it’s just business, I’m the illest
Come fuck with me, let’s make millions
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