Letras
Don't talk, and just listen
I keep winning, so they keep on dissing
Diamonds bright, they be shining, they glisten
Hit from the back, then I dip, I go missing
Bank rolls, never folds
Sprinter vans, with the poles
I be coolin, with my bros
Ain't no pimps, without hoes
New Glock, and it came with two mags
Don't talk if you ain't mentioning a bag
They be hating but they copying my swag
Still rocking Pro Club and I pop designer tags (aye)
DBC on my belt that's the reason why I sag
Codeine, promethazine in my glass
Dead presidents, all I think about cash
Shout out Sune he gon' make the beat jazz (aye)
On Rodeo and I'm still riding with my gun
On my lap, I don't got it in the trunk
Talking shit, I'ma smoke you like a blunt
Like VVS, I be shining like the sun
On Rodeo and I'm still riding with my gun
On my lap, I don't got it in the trunk
Talking shit, I'ma smoke you like a blunt
Like VVS, I be shining like the sun
Money signs color blind bitch all I see is green
Lemon lime and I mix it with the bean
Levi jeans and the belt hold a beam
All purple fit and I look like lean
Bitch I'm poppin, like a perc
Grab my styro, when I hurt
In my cup, demons lurk
I can't fold, like a shirt
New Glock, came from Austria
I'ma joint, ask your bitch she gon' tell ya
Trap phone, bitch don't hit me on my cellular
Baby what you need, know I got it, I can sell ya
On my lap, it's a strap
This all facts, ain't no cap
On my wrist, it's all racks
On this beat, it's a sax
On Rodeo and I'm still riding with my gun
On my lap, I don't got it in the trunk
Talking shit, I'ma smoke you like a blunt
Like VVS, I be shining like the sun
On Rodeo and I'm still riding with my gun
On my lap, I don't got it in the trunk
Talking shit, I'ma smoke you like a blunt