[Intro]
Christo
Man, almost forgot all the shit I said, let me do that shit again
Trap
Real trap nigga comin' through your speakers, you hear me
[Verse 1: Hardo & JID]
It's 'bout money, nigga, say less
Choppers that spray vest, killers that stay fresh
My shoes from Saks Fifth, them bricks at Payless (Real shit)
My hoes got accents, I'm from them spots where it's real action
Break work in fractions, I gotta get it, no relaxin' (Gotta get it)
Listen, I get the details, got pills, no D12
I send the Gs mail, some hit the e-mail (Some hit the e-mail)
Got coke on presale (Huh?)
Ain't seen the plug yet, I stretch the female, then sell for retail (Gotta stretch the ho out)
A nigga really got them truckloads, ain't got no CL's (Facts)
But got a C-L-S, yes, but got them VVS, yes (That's right)
But hell no, I ain't impressed (I ain't impressed by that shit)
I just like the baguettes (I just like it), I just like to ride Lex
I just like to upset all these niggas that's hatin' (Hatin' ass niggas)
Drive-by on they set (Skrrt)
I count with calluses, I'm sick, dialysis
Ain't with the coward shit, I got the foulest bitch, I get her flowers Shit, I'm havin' power trips, I'm up like towers, bitch
My drip need towels for this
I put in miles for this, the beef got .Cals for this
I bow, then click, need palaces
Don't sound convinced on balances
That's owed from piling shit, on bad money niggas
I guess they counterfeit, listen
I keep that mask on me, nigga, that's my accountant fit
Pull up in that Challenger 'bout challenges, that's my analysis
Hold up, I'm flickin' ashes in the ashtray in an Ashton with Ashley y'all ain't called since the last date
Now she sendin' the sad face, gettin' money the fast way
Grindin' hard to the last day, I run it up like its leg day, nigga
(Yeah, alright)
Christo
Man, almost forgot all the shit I said, let me do that shit again
Trap
Real trap nigga comin' through your speakers, you hear me
[Verse 1: Hardo & JID]
It's 'bout money, nigga, say less
Choppers that spray vest, killers that stay fresh
My shoes from Saks Fifth, them bricks at Payless (Real shit)
My hoes got accents, I'm from them spots where it's real action
Break work in fractions, I gotta get it, no relaxin' (Gotta get it)
Listen, I get the details, got pills, no D12
I send the Gs mail, some hit the e-mail (Some hit the e-mail)
Got coke on presale (Huh?)
Ain't seen the plug yet, I stretch the female, then sell for retail (Gotta stretch the ho out)
A nigga really got them truckloads, ain't got no CL's (Facts)
But got a C-L-S, yes, but got them VVS, yes (That's right)
But hell no, I ain't impressed (I ain't impressed by that shit)
I just like the baguettes (I just like it), I just like to ride Lex
I just like to upset all these niggas that's hatin' (Hatin' ass niggas)
Drive-by on they set (Skrrt)
I count with calluses, I'm sick, dialysis
Ain't with the coward shit, I got the foulest bitch, I get her flowers Shit, I'm havin' power trips, I'm up like towers, bitch
My drip need towels for this
I put in miles for this, the beef got .Cals for this
I bow, then click, need palaces
Don't sound convinced on balances
That's owed from piling shit, on bad money niggas
I guess they counterfeit, listen
I keep that mask on me, nigga, that's my accountant fit
Pull up in that Challenger 'bout challenges, that's my analysis
Hold up, I'm flickin' ashes in the ashtray in an Ashton with Ashley y'all ain't called since the last date
Now she sendin' the sad face, gettin' money the fast way
Grindin' hard to the last day, I run it up like its leg day, nigga
(Yeah, alright)
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