Halos & Dracos (feat. Jimi Banks)

Circle a bagel, I shop on Rodeo, I Pull up and You get a halo, You get a halo, You get halo Feeling like Oprah I blew like I'm Sonic, They seeing my tails Shooters is real, My shooters is here, We move on a bill Cut all my ties, Suits when you die, You niggas get Kill you mosquitos, Everything regal, I got an ego We doing well, Me & my niggas we gel guido Ain't got no deal, I do it myself, My soul ain't for sale Shit gon get real, My niggas is here, You niggas get Back to the basics, Bottles of Ace, We buy by the cases I got no patience, Watch how I lane switch, I'm going ape shit Cops right behind me, They gotta chase him, I did the race Been on the same shit, Dusse arraignment, Still you get Money to make is, My conversation, You know the language She tryna test me, She think I'm sexy, Wet as a jetski But I want her bestie, Giving me necky, So disrespecfully Back to the trenches I put in work I got me a pension When I get to heaven I bet they gon say that's one hell of a entrance Used to play back of the back of the back of the back of the back of the benches Now I been starting the five I'm balling right where the Nets is Out in Miami on yachts don't give a f*ck bout a friendship My brother mohammed he wearing the chrome, He not even Christian F*ck your opinion, Y'all should invest y'all all in my bidness I should've came w a box & bow you know that I'm gifted You get a halo, you get a halo, you get a halo You get a halo, you get a halo, you get a halo You get a halo, you get a halo, you get a halo You get a halo, you get a halo, you get a halo You're dead to me, You're dead to me You're dead to me, You're dead to me Okay, I got my own label big ceo Big chains in my fur coat I'm really on I'm blowing up They call my phone like Mike Jones Too rich for that Range Rove Diamonds looking like rainbows Stacking up with my pesos, got Matty looking like bezos Smoking loud Pourin up, Love me when I'm in her guts All my cars got shining stars, But she know I'm the biggest one 20k on my raincoat, Same color my draco Hit everything like bagels, All you hoes get halos Rain pouring, I just threw up a foreign Made it back from touring, Cuz I love the hustle like Lauren I'm toppa toppa line, Rockin design Pieces that you cannot find, Pussy You out of your mind I'm skipping the line, I'm special one of a kind Brooklyn Cowboy in this bitch, She gon reverse suck this dick Jolly ranchers in my drink, Could be purple could be pink Coupe the color of Draymond She Boozey like J Kwon In good hands like State Farm I smack that like Akon In a foreign language My skill is far superior to your trash bars and delivery Therefore that is the reason your wife wants to fornicate with me Numerous time you softer than a fresh mozzarella ball delivery shakier than a shopping cart with a busted wheel That's why your wife keeps pullin' up like a DoorDash order hot ready, and way too often I'm pulling up in the two door I'm pulling up in the new Porsche I'm pulling up on the new horse Cuz I'm from Brooklyn I'm a P I M P Can't nobody check me Bitches me tryin' to sex me cuz they think I'm sexy You get a halo, you get a halo, you get a halo You get a halo, you get a halo, you get a halo You get a halo, you get a halo, you get a halo You get a halo, you get a halo, you get a halo You're dead to me, You're dead to me You're dead to me, You're dead to me