No hook (feat. Zamariion & K1ngsiah)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Let's go Damn, Cartier, damn, Cartier, damn, Cartier, damn, Cartier, damn, Cartier Whoa, whoa, let's go Speak on the game, we put you in a bag I just pop me a purse, feel like I got a rash I'm pushing the track, 120 on the dash Top down on me, damn boy, that's yo' ass Puttin' him on the T-9, send me all sat Sittin' on my swag, yeah, I must be a dad Glock out a D, it might be a fact Glock out a D, it might be a trance Keep talkin' shit, then I'm killin' yo' mans I barely like family, why the f*ck I'm on friends Really hit the world when the bullets go in Just bought a new Glock, yeah, that's a new gen Put supportive events if we aimin' for chins I just drop y'all damn rent on these Cartier lens Invest in a Glock, we don't use no hands We catch you in traffic, we flippin' yo' pens And it's almost the end Got a Mac and you know it extend Niggas thought he could hit in that Benz I just f*ck, cause I be off them pins Niggas say he got bodies, he cappin Niggas livin' in a trap, but not trappin Niggas hoes, and you know they be actin Nigga don't got a gun, so he lackin Remember them days that I used to be lackin While you was in school, I was skippin' them classes I used to be broke, but now I live lavish I'm gettin' this green, I'm thumbin' through cabbage Watch when they do traffic, I hope I don't crash it Recordin' my jeans, I'm havin' a bash Designin' my kicks, and my bitch look the baddest She ain't suckin' dick, so you know that I passed it Bitch tried to stay, but she won't give a top Niggas be broke, and they don't got no guap Went on a drill, and that nigga got popped No Call of Duty, but that nigga dropped Bitch tried to argue, and then she got blocked This is a new photo, I just unlocked Bitch tried to stay, but she won't give a top Niggas be broke, and they don't got no guap Remember them nights I had nothin' to eat Now I'm walkin', Christian Dior on my feet These niggas my sons, they look up to me Not givin' a f*ck, I just stack up the weed Damn, son, where'd you find this Look, bitch, I'm goin' crazy Diamonds on me, and they yellow like Daisy Niggas be hoes, but that shit don't phase me Run up on me, and I'm catchin' a body Got a Hellcat, bitch, I be lovin' the body Got new cash, I can go buy me a Mazda But f*ck that, I'ma go cop me a Rari These niggas be mad, we fuckin' they hoes Got a bad bitch, she gon' carry my pole I bust on her face, I'ma give her my load Once I'm done, I'ma go rock out the show My name be hot like a pot on the stove I'm whippin' this, yeah, I'll get lean on the low Got a bad bitch shakin' that ass on the floor Don't think I'm a bitch, I'ma up it and blow You speak on my name, put a tag on your toe Told you was talkin' that shit, lil' bitch in the low