[Intro: Frais]
(They call this the crack house) I got pressed to do the stretchin'
I ain't get this strap from the car, I practically be stretchin' 'em (Spencer)
I ain't get the heat from the car, I practically be stretchin' niggas (Who the hell is Carlo?)
[Verse 1: Frais]
I ain't get this here from the car, I practically be stretchin' niggas
Wonder how I spit without no practice 'cause I'm better than 'em
And it's a Cadillac but if I get the gas, I be 'Vettin' in it
Yeah, my old ho was bad, but my new bitch look better with mе
The way I switch the style, it still bе hard, it must be Codeine
Fuck I look like tappin' in with niggas? Y'all don't know me
All these scores I put up in the city, I need four rings
Thirty shots inside the whip, we did him like the police
And what that Instagram thot and that lil' bitch gon' have to show me
I know you think you in the game but you just speakin' from the floor seats
I had to burn some bridges, but the heat just keep me cozy
Blue tip ammunition, lock yo' body up like old piece
I put air holes on the muzzle 'cause I like to keep the street cool
Me and GUCCI in the penthouse, countin' hundred, but this ain't nothin' new
I got these Instagram models shaped like bottles and they comin' through
Damn, bitch, yo' pussy good as hell, I can't replace you
[Interlude]
Like to knock the block off, y'all
Big boy shit now, I'll tell ya
(They call this the crack house) I got pressed to do the stretchin'
I ain't get this strap from the car, I practically be stretchin' 'em (Spencer)
I ain't get the heat from the car, I practically be stretchin' niggas (Who the hell is Carlo?)
[Verse 1: Frais]
I ain't get this here from the car, I practically be stretchin' niggas
Wonder how I spit without no practice 'cause I'm better than 'em
And it's a Cadillac but if I get the gas, I be 'Vettin' in it
Yeah, my old ho was bad, but my new bitch look better with mе
The way I switch the style, it still bе hard, it must be Codeine
Fuck I look like tappin' in with niggas? Y'all don't know me
All these scores I put up in the city, I need four rings
Thirty shots inside the whip, we did him like the police
And what that Instagram thot and that lil' bitch gon' have to show me
I know you think you in the game but you just speakin' from the floor seats
I had to burn some bridges, but the heat just keep me cozy
Blue tip ammunition, lock yo' body up like old piece
I put air holes on the muzzle 'cause I like to keep the street cool
Me and GUCCI in the penthouse, countin' hundred, but this ain't nothin' new
I got these Instagram models shaped like bottles and they comin' through
Damn, bitch, yo' pussy good as hell, I can't replace you
[Interlude]
Like to knock the block off, y'all
Big boy shit now, I'll tell ya
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