Lyrics
Yo, it's the Ferrari whipper, Bacardi sipper
The Cartis with the Marni slippers
How I slid out the party with gaudy *****s
Hard to resist, my body different like the Karma Fisker
Y'all all washed, it's a laundry list of you sorry *****s
Carbon copy *****s, pots get twisted, Like you're locked in with Robin Givens
After all the diamonds and dinners she claim, "It's not givin'" (it's not giving)
Everything isn't ice 'cause it glitter, *****
From hookers to juxters
Had the raw jumpin' like it was sugar fish
My hood *****'ll cook some shit
My good friend's in the bushes with the stick
With some bullets to send, shit'll hit ya
By now, you get the picture
We up, *****, **** 'em, we ball
To all my
To all my
To all my
Sleep next to my rifle right next to my Bible
Ain't no love
Ain't no love unless it's Louie guns
Shine my light (shine my light)
Bright like my ice, my jeweler nice
To all my
To all my
(lit baby)
Shot up the church, murder while you're mournin'
This my third tour, but you ain't heard I'm performin'
Lord, would you please have mercy on us? For the turf, we was warrin'
My fatigues was dirty when I wore 'em
Serve my hood, put up numbers scorin', we comin'
They running from us like deer from hunters in the forest
It saw its flaws, Phil Drummond won't let us come around his daughters
I'm a dog, I'm more like a young Calvin Broadus
She wag and braud, but y'all some walkers, we aukers
I was slingin' raw when New Yorkers was sportin' British Walkers
Dippin' in Porsches when I jumped off the porch, I was piss poor
Now the Patek Nautalis is the benchmark
Send ya' momma if I bent your aunt
Every ***** is not meant to start, I'm only interested in a star
It's by choice I won't bend your arm
All you hear is the engine roar
(vroom vroom vroom)
(This for my.. I'm gone)
The Cartis with the Marni slippers
How I slid out the party with gaudy *****s
Hard to resist, my body different like the Karma Fisker
Y'all all washed, it's a laundry list of you sorry *****s
Carbon copy *****s, pots get twisted, Like you're locked in with Robin Givens
After all the diamonds and dinners she claim, "It's not givin'" (it's not giving)
Everything isn't ice 'cause it glitter, *****
From hookers to juxters
Had the raw jumpin' like it was sugar fish
My hood *****'ll cook some shit
My good friend's in the bushes with the stick
With some bullets to send, shit'll hit ya
By now, you get the picture
We up, *****, **** 'em, we ball
To all my
To all my
To all my
Sleep next to my rifle right next to my Bible
Ain't no love
Ain't no love unless it's Louie guns
Shine my light (shine my light)
Bright like my ice, my jeweler nice
To all my
To all my
(lit baby)
Shot up the church, murder while you're mournin'
This my third tour, but you ain't heard I'm performin'
Lord, would you please have mercy on us? For the turf, we was warrin'
My fatigues was dirty when I wore 'em
Serve my hood, put up numbers scorin', we comin'
They running from us like deer from hunters in the forest
It saw its flaws, Phil Drummond won't let us come around his daughters
I'm a dog, I'm more like a young Calvin Broadus
She wag and braud, but y'all some walkers, we aukers
I was slingin' raw when New Yorkers was sportin' British Walkers
Dippin' in Porsches when I jumped off the porch, I was piss poor
Now the Patek Nautalis is the benchmark
Send ya' momma if I bent your aunt
Every ***** is not meant to start, I'm only interested in a star
It's by choice I won't bend your arm
All you hear is the engine roar
(vroom vroom vroom)
(This for my.. I'm gone)