Crystal Pistol, Gucci Handcuffs (feat. Prada Shy)

Crystal pistol, fists full of real jewels, yeah Two C's on my ear stretchers that's the channel tunnel Ferragamo and fur belts making your girl melt, what? Mac on my dresser Not a clip or a strap It's your girls lipstick Making her lips sink I want Shrubby, making your heart sink Gucci handcuffs for a slut with a daddy kink Suicide, two tone, high stepping prime time Catch me in the end zone, take your bitch and sip the wine Mirror to my nose I ain't worried 'bout the drugs, no Cherry dropping, bomb dropping, stomach steady molly popping Tabs on my tongue from the bag from the back Vision getting trippy like the red on my cash 50 in a stack, times 20, that's a grand You counting plays, I'm counting up my cash Rubber bands and duffel bags, in our lanes we whipping fast Cruising out the city I ain't ever fucking looking back Me and Shrub can handle that Take your bitch and pull off fast She wanna come, ain't no fucking kidnap, boy