Letras
(Yo, Rvssian)
(Chip ah one part)
(Weh yuh seh, preacha deh)
(Ayy Rvssian)
Porsche 911, me whip that (fast)
Versace jeans with the chip Glock
Me buss shot first, me no get back
762 fi him 6-pack
She say me teeth white like Tic Tac
Every killer wid mi pon go
Nobody can't cross, we no tic tac toe
Nobody can't cross, we no trick tac toe
Glock inside of my Benz (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Me no really beg new friends (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Straight Cartier fi the lens (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bare new gyal a get bend (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Glock inside of my Benz (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Me no really beg new friends (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Straight Cartier 'pon me lens (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Drink on me tell yuh friends (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fast life and we in a designer (fast)
Every move we make gone viral
Ahh, zup 'pon the toll, dawg
GLE just a blast off fast
She say she can't dance
She drink the Casamigos and she start gwan bad
She love the badness, she no wan' no goofy (no)
The 'mount a karat that a shine in a me jewelry (yeah)
Me live a rich lifestyle and me dress too casual (yeah)
Me have a Uptown girl and she dress too formal
Glock inside of my Benz (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Me no really beg new friends (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Straight Cartier fi the lens (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bare new gyal a get bend (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ah new Glock pon di ends (yeah, yeah, yeah)
'Til tuck, dark black Benz (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Versace custom lens, mm (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Drink on me tell yuh friends, hahaha (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ten million 'pon me neck, dawg (yeah, yeah, yeah)
We a Guzu Rock 'cause we head hot (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Me have couple gyal weh a scam hard
When we touch e road we no take talk
Me and my friend dem no take diss (Never)
New AP 'pon me left wrist (Yeah)
A still straight jeans with the G-Shock
A we a lock the place with the G-lock
Jesus piece 'pon me pendant
Me a fuck them gyal fi a ten grand
Push out the Porsche car and the Benz Van
Pass them a bloodclaat road like exam
Glock inside of my Benz (yeah, yeah, yeah)
We no really beg new friends (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Straight Cartier fi the lens (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Drink on me tell yuh friends (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Glock inside of my Benz (yeah, yeah, yeah)
We no really beg new friends (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Straight Cartier fi the lens (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bare new gyal a get bend (yeah, yeah, yeah)