Lyrics
Zaytoven
Yeah, jewelry gang in this motherfucker
I got my nigga Danny in this bitch with me
New McLaren, another Aston Martin, damn, I can't decide
Only problem that I got is what car I'm gon' drive
Tryna rob Big Money, nigga must wanna die
Nigga stupid, how the fuck you ran up without your fire?
In the field in Humboldt, trappin' with them cutthroats
When we push up with them
Chopsticks, all you see is gun smoke
Told my bitch to go on and leave, you'll never find another me
After I finish makin' this song, I'm finna go and sell some P's
Told my partners, "No mistakes you make one you'll get penalized"
Took the plug off 'cause when he served me, he ain't look me in the eyes
I'm a street smart nigga, I ain't read no books
I ain't simpin', I can't buy a 304 a pocketbook
Purple Cybertruck, it look just like a bale of the candy
Come and get a blick and clock, nigga, welcome to the family
In a 9-11 coupe, I'm ridin' through them backstreets
With my Chico, we was servin' Mary Kate, the Ashley
He told me how to whip it, now we livin' lavishly
I put my elbow in that bowl until that bitch get ashy
Got hit with a bad batch, lil' bro, we ain't servin' that
Could 'till be in the trap, but I got rich off murder rap
From my denim went Satoshi, I know you ain't heard of that
My own dog got me blitzed, I can't believe I served a rat
I can't believe I served a snake, I'm doin' a 100 on 408
I love the love, I love the hate, long as it don't take none off my plate
You woke up thinkin' 'bout some ass, I woke up thinkin' 'bout some pape'
I fell in love with trappin' bubba, l always knew I'd make e'm shake
Trap spot like a drive-through, nigga, come and slide through
Try and run off with them bands, I'ma come and find you
If you wasn't talkin' 'bout no work, we would've never lined you Like
What the fuck is you gon' do if them crackers get behind you?
We make niggas tuck they jewelry, take that mission night shit back
We ain't finna rob you pussy nigga, sit down and relax