Gas no breaks no rest
Tatted a angle on my chest
In glad yh I'm blessed
Converse it's a test
Chains down to my chest
40k Rolex
The Mansion came with a kerst
I keep a percs in the drawer
I Fill up the glass I'm bored
The Glasses came with champagne
It's ingraved in my brain
Red leather black tint
Gun shots then sprint
40 racks don't fold
Pocker face got old
I got story's never told
Got friends I never call
My personally too bold
Spent all my money on gold
Personal space
I ain't coming up close
Drift in the v race in the ghost
Jet ski cross the cost
30 mil in the post
Close friends we toast
Hustle we all do the most
I'm at the place took a seat
20oz steaks let's eat
Yeah
Pimp coat on
Gold chain round my neck
Got gold around my wrist
Got stones in my rings
I piss wit my rings on
Ion give a shit
I can have all my tings on while im smashin on yuh bitch
Hilfiger hoodie, passin round sum goodies
Servin up sum MnMs, candy for the feins
Tired of these hoes they can f*ck eachother
Make em scissor then cut em off one after the other
Suckin on her tiddies like a toddler wit breastmilk
Sippin on x cant doze off
Way too geeked got the dose off
Need a nice foreign wit the doors off
Hittin dis blunt no crack
Dis bitch skin smooth no cracks
Big phat ass baby got back
Tryna cop brands like you got bands but you aint gotta nough to spend
I seen fake everywhere pull a bitches hair i done had enough of friends
I wont ever trust no one we can get close but keep distance
Fried see in my eyes I'm more fried than popeyes chicken
Fried
Diamonds in the sky
Ap came with pride
Yeah
Money gone make you high
Yeah
Keep a distance
Keep on your cloths
24 karrots it don't come close
Diamonds in the sky
Let's unpack let's just live life
24 karats and a stap
4-5 cars in the back
Stars on the ceiling and on the map
Never ever I'm I strapped
You already know where I'm at
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Gas no breaks no rest
Tatted a angle on my chest
In glad yh I'm blessed
Converse it's a test
Chains down to my chest
40k Rolex
The Mansion came with a kerst
I keep a percs in the drawer
I Fill up the glass I'm bored
The Glasses came with champagne
It's ingraved in my brain
Red leather black tint
Gun shots then sprint
40 racks don't fold
Pocker face got old
I got story's never told
Got friends I never call
My personally too bold
Spent all my money on gold
Personal space
I ain't coming up close
Drift in the v race in the ghost
Jet ski cross the cost
30 mil in the post
Close friends we toast
Hustle we all do the most
I'm at the place took a seat
20oz steaks let's eat
Yeah
Pimp coat on
Gold chain round my neck
Got gold around my wrist
Got stones in my rings
I piss wit my rings on
Ion give a shit
I can have all my tings on while im smashin on yuh bitch
Hilfiger hoodie, passin round sum goodies
Servin up sum MnMs, candy for the feins
Tired of these hoes they can f*ck eachother
Make em scissor then cut em off one after the other
Suckin on her tiddies like a toddler wit breastmilk
Sippin on x cant doze off
Way too geeked got the dose off
Need a nice foreign wit the doors off
Hittin dis blunt no crack
Dis bitch skin smooth no cracks
Big phat ass baby got back
Tryna cop brands like you got bands but you aint gotta nough to spend
I seen fake everywhere pull a bitches hair i done had enough of friends
I wont ever trust no one we can get close but keep distance
Fried see in my eyes I'm more fried than popeyes chicken
Fried
Diamonds in the sky
Ap came with pride
Yeah
Money gone make you high
Yeah
Keep a distance
Keep on your cloths
24 karrots it don't come close
Diamonds in the sky
Let's unpack let's just live life
24 karats and a stap
4-5 cars in the back
Stars on the ceiling and on the map
Never ever I'm I strapped
You already know where I'm at
Tatted a angle on my chest
In glad yh I'm blessed
Converse it's a test
Chains down to my chest
40k Rolex
The Mansion came with a kerst
I keep a percs in the drawer
I Fill up the glass I'm bored
The Glasses came with champagne
It's ingraved in my brain
Red leather black tint
Gun shots then sprint
40 racks don't fold
Pocker face got old
I got story's never told
Got friends I never call
My personally too bold
Spent all my money on gold
Personal space
I ain't coming up close
Drift in the v race in the ghost
Jet ski cross the cost
30 mil in the post
Close friends we toast
Hustle we all do the most
I'm at the place took a seat
20oz steaks let's eat
Yeah
Pimp coat on
Gold chain round my neck
Got gold around my wrist
Got stones in my rings
I piss wit my rings on
Ion give a shit
I can have all my tings on while im smashin on yuh bitch
Hilfiger hoodie, passin round sum goodies
Servin up sum MnMs, candy for the feins
Tired of these hoes they can f*ck eachother
Make em scissor then cut em off one after the other
Suckin on her tiddies like a toddler wit breastmilk
Sippin on x cant doze off
Way too geeked got the dose off
Need a nice foreign wit the doors off
Hittin dis blunt no crack
Dis bitch skin smooth no cracks
Big phat ass baby got back
Tryna cop brands like you got bands but you aint gotta nough to spend
I seen fake everywhere pull a bitches hair i done had enough of friends
I wont ever trust no one we can get close but keep distance
Fried see in my eyes I'm more fried than popeyes chicken
Fried
Diamonds in the sky
Ap came with pride
Yeah
Money gone make you high
Yeah
Keep a distance
Keep on your cloths
24 karrots it don't come close
Diamonds in the sky
Let's unpack let's just live life
24 karats and a stap
4-5 cars in the back
Stars on the ceiling and on the map
Never ever I'm I strapped
You already know where I'm at
Writer: salah zoobi
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