Lyrics
Quincy Tellem
Bad vibes in the city, I'm posted discretely
I'm servin' these nittys today, yeah
Some shit that I didn't want to face and I had to face it (I had to face it)
I had to find out the hard way that they got two faces (they got two faces)
And I looked down, (Louis Vuitton) all on my laces
When I look down (Louis Vuitton) all on my-
I'm with a treaty, flooded in Fiji (yeah)
Tell you I'm going, he didn't believe me
She couldn't please me, she had to leave me
Bring out the Louis V, bring out the GG (yeah)
I need a tight one
She pull up, she call it the night run (skrrt)
When she suck on the tip, I might cum (gone)
It's gelato, I roll up a light one (let's go, let's go)
I'm sick of two faces
I'm sittin in silence, I'm countin' my blessings
Hit up the spot and I grease it
I'm running from feds, had to tie up my laces, no patience
I love when they showing me hatred
I'm goin' harder than ever, no waiting
I go all in, I turn it to Vegas
Thankful for all that my parents done gave us
This money can't come to the grave with me
So I'ma stack it, leave it for my kids
And I know some bruddas that fuck with some bruddas
I'm droppin' them change and then we'll get rid
I know some lifers and I know some cappers
They probably went dappers the way they behave
Somebody come give my lawyer a raise, ah
Somebody come tell al these guys, we don't race, nah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah
And I been through wars with my brothers
Been broke, sold draws, lost O's with my brothers, woah
What you know about the cold in the summer?
Spent my time all alone, they lost hope in a brudda, woah
I'ma be here for sure, you know
I don't buy her Celine, Dior
I can't sink like DiCaprio
Huncholini, I'm the capitan
Yeah, I grew up in the hood
Hustle for that money like you should