Sachi RLD - Loot Lyrics

Barely dodged that shit, nearly chained up Now we dodged that shit, yeah, we chained up
Yeah, I bang and zoom, just like Macchiato
Take them cuffs off now, I ain't here tommorow
You got too much in your ear, you can't hear them clear
Spot some VVS on me, now they on my rear

Black shirt, black diamonds, now I'm wildin
No turnin' back now, we a mile in
No more plain Jane, cause I'm stylin
She wanna ride me, she got mileage

So I split the rock with the crew
Made a bit of green, not juice
I think in the States you call blues Yeah, we got bands, we got loot

They askin' if I'm good, yeah, I kill it, kill it
If I ride, break the car, tell em, bill it, bill it
She got some meat lil' freak, yeah, lil' fillet fillet' I'm really on the freak

I'm Mr. 33, I'm a real one, She ain't had a real
Man she gon feel one
Thought he joke about the clip until he peel one
Gotta learn to steer burners when you steal one
She said sachi yeah, you know I f*cking hate ya
Baby I've been f*ckin' with your friends from day one
She don't wanna rave with me, I'm a raver Different nights out with me, different flavor

Who that jiggy no man, is he your man?
I can't see the romance in your pole dance
Why your girl tell the crew she got no man I can change plans quicker than she change pants

So I split the rock with the crew Made a bit of green, not juice
I think in the States, you call blues Yeah, we got bands, we got loot

Mismatch, I don't know if he gon' get his bitch back
Couple carrots on the neck and the wrist diamonds attached
She can't see my face because I keep it out the back

Tight red leather divine weather You know I'ma let her
Only been a week, but I ain't gon' tell her
Run around the town, and spin the cameras like we touring I could never be your baby daddy, cause you're boring
Cream through and through, yeah, I caught her coleslawin
You ain't never catch me lackin it's cap and I'm snoring
Baddie, big back, and a forty
Shawty, wrist slap, cus she whorin

No lean in my Sprite, no dreams in my Sprite not staying home tonight, gonna play around with life
Tell me, does he know
Tell me, does he treat you right
I never really tried, I didn't mean to make you cry

So I split the rock with the crew Made a bit of green, not juice
I think in the States, you call blues Yeah, we got bands, we got loot