Cullinan Dro Kenji

[Intro]
Oh, oh (ohh)
Oh, oh, oh

[Chorus]
I got precision in the scope, I’ma hit him in the eye
Diamonds hanging off this rope, my lil’ brother in the sky
And my bitch like a Rarri, how she slippery like snow
I took a trip to Johnny Dang and spent a hunnid’ or so
No, don’t you walk up on my gang, you know we keep a few poles
My bitch got ammo in her purse incase I need me some more
Should I pull up in this Vette’ or this Cullinan?
Either way your bitch gon’ prolly’ wanna fuck again

[Verse]
Count it up, turn me up
I get all the money and my bitches thick as fuck
I can’t go to my city with no blickie, niggas punk
If I see them niggas in traffic, then it’s up with them
They might run out of love
I rolled a spliffy in this blunt and then I sparked it
I got your bitch with me, she suckin’ on my whole dick
I pull up, big body tank, you can’t afford this
And it’s a motion, pack-a-punch you out in orbit

[Bridge]
Look at me
Tell me that you’ll never forget me, woah
Look at me
Tell me that you’ll never regret me, no