Prince Wop - Margiela Lyrics

We came from the bricks, yuh
These niggas be watchin' too hard they peepin' our sticks, yuh
And I'm goin' real fast in the dark so I can not see, yuh
Different carrots in both of my ears, it's wet like the sea
I'm feeding her carrots like she was a bunny
Hop in the rabbit and zoom let's go

223 Might open your belly
Smoking' good gas that shit could get smelly
Murder on my mind two times like Melly
I left for a day now she blowin' my celly
But jam don't shake like that, dat's jelly
I'm movin' too sick move packs like mail
11 On my back, now I'm feeling' like Bale
I keep it too solid, they know I won't tell

I put my mom in that Dolce Gabbana
I box in the sky so I'm feeling like Gunna (SKYBOX)
I won't take control you can do what you wanna
But twenty four hunnid we aint' goin' under
She suck me for breakfast, she ridin' for dinner
And she wanna cool wit us cuz' we sum' winners
We coppin' Balmains while you shopping' at Winners
She eatin' me up like my chocolate is Kinder

Might run up on you and my Chop got extensions
I did it, I did it this shit is a blessing
You kno' we be f*cking but y'all is just textin'
They say that I'm working when I should be resting
These bitches be weird so it's on to the next ting
Eventually imma' get tired of flexing
My homie switched lanes, maybe it was the best thing
We gotta take risks, aint' no time for regretting

Whole lotta' Whole lotta' Whole lotta' cash
Whole lotta' Whole lotta' Whole lotta' problems
They say that more money yeah it brings more problems
Young nigga just thinkin' bout how I'm gonna solve em'
I count up my money, I count by the dolla
You messin' wit me you gon' need you a doctor
My boy in the back and he holding the Choppa'
Graduated the streets so they call me a scholar

Yeah, my mom used to drive an Impala
He drove thru' our hood but he aint' have his llama
We did it we knockin' on wood there's no karma
She all on my hand while I'm countin' these commas

Packs to go, and I got it for the low
And I'm trappin' wit my bro's, and I hustle, that's fosho'
And I do it for myself, I don't do shit for these hoes
Spent sum' racks, on these clothes, and I'm runnin' wit my woes
She want white paint on her toes
And I always stay ten toes
No time for games, I'm too old
That boy a lame, he aint' bold

We still screaming' f*ck the rivals, we still screamin' f*ck da' opps
Yeah
Young nigga got too rich, now we f*ckin' up the shops
You niggas got no bitches, I just copped dem' Gucci socks
And that hoe came wit' a watch, that plain gold Rollie' wit' the clock
Look here lil' bitch, I aint' done, I'm still goin' with this song
And she suck me wit her tongue, cuz she kno' that I'm the one
And we kids just having fun, And we killin' by da gun
And we countin' by the dolla, all these hunnids comin' in

I spent my money on my fam, I spent my money on my friends
She like the swag, she like the dance
She love to be around the gang
Groupie
I swear these bitches talkin' bout' these niggas always use me
He don't kno' bout what you bout, he just been seeing you in a two piece

And I kno' these niggas stupid, we ridin' in the stollie'
Smoke him like a bogey, I'm f*ckin' on this oldie'
She f*ckin' off my Rollie, yeah
That bitch she a groupie, she dun' f*cked all of my niggas

Suck me with the...
Countin' all these figures
Do it for my niggas
Share it wit' my niggas
Same hoes, Same clothes, Same whips, Same tricks

2400 Hunnid on gang bitch