dnsa - souled out Lyrics

I got Prada on me I'm the Devil
Got the streets wavy like Venice
All my chains play tennis
Put a hollow tip in your melon
Need a yellow Benz like lemon
Got a Jimmy on me like Fallon
Got you really flyin' with felons
Cat we really do no tellin'

Hustlinnnn' no luck how I get it
Musclinnnn' Popeye with the spinach
Ex hit my line decline good riddance
Just gettin' started won't stop til I finish
Pounds in n out u would think that I'm British
Glock kept around me case open I'm wit' it
In Curaçao exotic fruits white linen
Won't let you down you can call me John Lennon

I got my kush clouds in the air
Henny pours in the ground
All my pain get drowned
Til you pussy bitches get found
I need Maybachs to get around
Keep your bitch wet we go rounds
F n N I got a bigger rifle with a hair trigger get doused

Used to sleep in the trap playing pool with the sinners
Petrol when I roll my blunts no pinners
Staying up past late white plates no dinner!
Now it's drop tops with Vik in a bimmer
Started off on expert no time for beginner
Want beef no stress we can let the pot simmer
Diamonds dance Chris Brown you know yours glimmer
Moncler Palm Angels never cold in the winter

I don't really feel cold
Monclizzy made the coat
Had to gully my flow
Tryna Cully my Rolls
Tryna Louis my whore
Had to su-ee my doors
I don't be smoking alone
Hollow tips in my Chrome
Heart broke heart froze
I don't really feel cold
Aye

Oh that's wonderful Tony