tag
Oh, brand new Porsche
Oh, whip that
Yeah chop a brick then I flip that
Yeah, uh huh uh huh
Brand new uh huh
Shining on that bitch like some church shoes
Uh huh uh huh
Yeah yeah
Brand new Porsche whip that (Uh huh)
Chase a check spend that (Uh huh)
.40 with a dick yeah (Uh huh)
Told yo' bitch "Lick that" (Uh huh)
Draco in a Louis bag (Uh huh)
This bitch got some kick back (Uh huh)
That's yo' bitch, hit that (Uh huh)
Break her off, Kit-Kat (Uh huh)
I been counting hella racks (Yeah)
Feel like I hit a lick yeah (Uh huh)
I was broke ain't goin' back (Yeah)
Yeah I had to fix that (Uh huh)
Damn would you look at that (Yeah)
I don't even look at tags (Uh huh)
Run up then you gettin' tagged (Uh huh)
Run up then you gettin' tagged (Uh huh)
Everybody know my racks long (Rich)
Everyone used to the sad songs (Bitch)
Good heart gone bad
Emotional combat (Yeah)
Yeah I gotta keep my strap on me (Strap on me)
I live in a warzone (Gra)
Please don't try at
This is where you die at
I gotta make that shit clear, might go platinum this year
Take a shit on my peers, they said I wouldn't make it here
So I do by my lonely (Yeah)
VLone shit like Bari (Yeah)
At the crib fuckin' on wifey
We don't fuck with parties (Yeah)
Yeah
Picture me and her in a phantom (Skrt skrt)
He don't gotta picture it, I'll make it real (Skrt skrt)
Skrt skrt skrt for the real, for real (Ya dig)
Brand new Porsche whip that (Uh huh)
Chase a check spend that (Uh huh)
.40 with a dick yeah (Uh huh)
Told yo' bitch "Lick that" (Uh huh)
Draco in a Louis bag (Uh huh)
This bitch got some kick back (Uh huh)
That's yo' bitch, hit that (Uh huh)
Break her off, Kit-Kat (Uh huh)
I been counting hella racks (Yeah)
Feel like I hit a lick yeah (Uh huh)
I was broke ain't goin' back (Yeah)
Yeah I had to fix that (Uh huh)
Damn would you look at that (Yeah)
I don't even look at tags (Uh huh)
Run up then you gettin' tagged (Uh huh)
Run up then you gettin' tagged (Uh huh)
I know one thing for a fact (Yeah)
Everytime I make a track (Yeah)
Everybody goes crazy over it like it was crack (Yeah)
My brother used to sell that
Ship it out, mail that
His old homie got him locked up tattle tale shit
Swerve 'till my wrist lock tryna tail fish
I may crash damnit, I'm a cash bandit
On the percs fighting, feel like Bruce Banner
Dirty up the Fanta
She wanna fuck on camera
I take a perc beforehand
Tryna increase my stamina
I shoot the gun with both hands
I count it up with both hands
Sad as fuck my bro dead, R.I.P. to that man
Shit like Afghan, life of black man
Brand new Porsche whip that (Uh huh)
Chase a check spend that (Uh huh)
.40 with a dick yeah (Uh huh)
Told yo' bitch "Lick that" (Uh huh)
Draco in a Louis bag (Uh huh)
This bitch got some kick back (Uh huh)
That's yo' bitch, hit that (Uh huh)
Break her off, Kit-Kat (Uh huh)
I been counting hella racks (Yeah)
Feel like I hit a lick yeah (Uh huh)
I was broke ain't goin' back (Yeah)
Yeah I had to fix that (Uh huh)
Damn would you look at that (Yeah)
I don't even look at tags (Uh huh)
Run up then you gettin' tagged (Uh huh)
Run up then you gettin' tagged (Uh huh)