Lyrics
(Tay Keith)
Prada and Gucci, it don't go together
Louis and Dior, I swear it go better
He wear my drip, but I wore it better
Kilani gang, I swear it go wetter
Huh? Gang
On go mode, I should get a chain for the promo
(Ayy) gang, gang, gang
The level is just too advanced
The bezel is Tiffany stamped
No grip on my hand
I know that I came with a slide from
Left to right but now I don't wanna dance
I got too much on the line
Too much on my mind, too much ain't enough for my plans
Nike don't pay me to tell you, "Just do it"
They pay me to show you, I do it again
Huh? Yeah
I'm in control of the block (liar)
You know how October get hot (you know)
Might make this glizzy go pop (bang)
The crib is over the top (it is)
The whip is over the top (how?)
I thought about letting her go (I did)
But I was in over the top
I can't be pale in my casket
Make sure I die with a tan, it's part of the brand
I know that I came with a slide from
Left to right but now I don't wanna dance
Cannot depend on a man
I slide her some bread in a jam, that's just who I am
Customs just wavin' at us from the window
They don't even come on the plane when we land
Anyone else would retire, but I'm not content
I wanna bury these niggas like 20 feet down
So no one can find them again
It's gotta be scary to witness me carry
These niggas around in both of my hands
They stay inviting me over, they say they got bitches
I get there and then it's just them
Got a verse from the boy and it leaked (fuck)
He sent me a new one said use it instead (use it)
Everything good when you live in the hills
Got a chef and maid for a bed (wow)
Can you imagine the shit that I seen?
I went from the Roy to assaulting dreams
The bridge got burned, it shattered (fuck)