Fish Tail

Engine goin' brazy, I peel out, that whip gon' fish tail Police not gon' catch me in that Demon, it's gon' give him hell Grippin' on that Hellcat, but I'm talkin' bout that Springfield Blowing cash in Paris when I touchdown coppin' YSL Making plays like a quarterback, I'm really in the field G-Wagon don't get no flats, I don't even need the fifth wheel Dirty blicky on me, I think I needa clean my stainless steel I ain't have no heart, then bought this Chrome, think I'm finally healed Can't no ho get me bent, f*ck she thought? Bitch, I'm him Trackhawk, what I'm in, pockets swole, yours be slim All I want is Benjamins, throw them racks and reel them in I got pointers on my wrist, Forgiato's on my rims Lifted truck, this big body, what you want? Bitch, we got it Love my guns, love my shotty, I love hundreds, not no thotty G-Lock tucked, always on me, tear shit up, skrrt off sloppy Give no fucks, off that molly, f*ck that bag up and I cop it Margiela madman, I'm a fiend See this buckle, this Alyx Had to hustle, now I bling Might bust down my pinky ring Might just cop that Jesus piece SRT and it's not leased Demon came with that red key Never subtle, bitch, I bling I get paid for what I think F*ck that muzzle, yappa song Leave that red tape round' the scene Model hoes tryna link They on go, we gon' see We got poles in that Jeep Cash don't fold, shit too deep This Rick Owens shit ain't cheap I get dough, I don't sleep I been livin' Gucci, how I rock 1017 Engine goin' brazy, I peel out, that whip gon' fish tail Police not gon' catch me in that Demon, it's gon' give him hell Grippin' on that Hellcat, but I'm talkin' bout that Springfield Blowing cash in Paris when I touchdown coppin' YSL Making plays like a quarterback, I'm really in the field G-Wagon don't get no flats, I don't even need the fifth wheel Dirty blicky on me, I think I needa clean my stainless steel I ain't have no heart, then bought this Chrome, think I'm finally healed