Lace Fronts R3 Da Chilliman

[Intro]
(Ayy, Moon, turn my shit up)
(Angel Heaven Sent)

[Chorus]
If you get killed today, what the streets gon' do?
'Cause my niggas gon' slide
You got patted at the door, that's what we didn't do
So our blowers inside
The doors locked, but this tools here is windowproof
So I'ma take what I like
Bought her lace fronts and Chanel 'cause I got chips to blow
That's why she ride like a bike

[Verse]
Too much mud in my body, tryna keep my composure
Percocets and Wockhardt, I'm hardly sober
If you get money out the trap, hold your Rollie up high
Hit from the back, when we done, she gotta hold her guts
Broke as fuck, you not ballin', he's pinchin' a penny
The workers know I'm payin' cash 'cause I got plenty
That shit ain't nothin', if she want it, buy her lace fronts
If somethin' happen to me, my goons gon' brain bust
To live this life, you gotta run up some pape'
Opps think I'm OVO 'cause I brought out a Drac'
Bought a Lanvin shirt, but I don't think I'ma wear it
His jewelry cheap and you don't have enough karats