Hunnids Young Jordan
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[Chorus]
Drop-top on the coupe, yeah, make it spin, bitch
Diamond, diamond on my neck, diamond on my wrist, bitch
I don't know you, baby, but I know what we did, bitch
I know you an opp, like a thot, you get hit, bitch
And you can't come to the spot, you can't know how I live, bitch
But I'm on the top of the floor where the pent' is
Double-R today, I ain't ridin' in a Bentley
Hundreds in my pockets, ain't no way that I can lift it
[Verse 1]
Got racks in the pocket, uh, got racks in the safe, uh
Got racks on my bitch, uh, got racks in the bank
Take the lips off a rat, feed the boy to a snake
Lotta sticks in the house, gotta treat the crib like a play
Gotta treat the crib like a safe
Yeah, I got it stuffed with a whole lotta vibes
Yeah, I got a bottle with a whole lotta lines
I ain't sippin' on green, I don't pour no slime
I don't know her birthday, I don't know her sign
But I know her scent, Chanel No. 9
Cold outside, you can tell by the time
Ice in the watch, yeah, you know I shine
[Chorus]
Drop-top on the coupe, yeah, make it spin, bitch
Diamond, diamond on my neck, diamond on my wrist, bitch
I don't know you, baby, but I know what we did, bitch
I know you an opp, like a thot, you get hit, bitch
And you can't come to the spot, you can't know how I live, bitch
But I'm on the top of the floor where the pent' is
Double-R today, I ain't ridin' in a Bentley
Hundreds in my pockets, ain't no way that I can lift it
Drop-top on the coupe, yeah, make it spin, bitch
Diamond, diamond on my neck, diamond on my wrist, bitch
I don't know you, baby, but I know what we did, bitch
I know you an opp, like a thot, you get hit, bitch
And you can't come to the spot, you can't know how I live, bitch
But I'm on the top of the floor where the pent' is
Double-R today, I ain't ridin' in a Bentley
Hundreds in my pockets, ain't no way that I can lift it
[Verse 1]
Got racks in the pocket, uh, got racks in the safe, uh
Got racks on my bitch, uh, got racks in the bank
Take the lips off a rat, feed the boy to a snake
Lotta sticks in the house, gotta treat the crib like a play
Gotta treat the crib like a safe
Yeah, I got it stuffed with a whole lotta vibes
Yeah, I got a bottle with a whole lotta lines
I ain't sippin' on green, I don't pour no slime
I don't know her birthday, I don't know her sign
But I know her scent, Chanel No. 9
Cold outside, you can tell by the time
Ice in the watch, yeah, you know I shine
[Chorus]
Drop-top on the coupe, yeah, make it spin, bitch
Diamond, diamond on my neck, diamond on my wrist, bitch
I don't know you, baby, but I know what we did, bitch
I know you an opp, like a thot, you get hit, bitch
And you can't come to the spot, you can't know how I live, bitch
But I'm on the top of the floor where the pent' is
Double-R today, I ain't ridin' in a Bentley
Hundreds in my pockets, ain't no way that I can lift it
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