Luxurious

Look at my neck it's all on froze Got a good girl stripping on the pole All these packs they gon' be sold Getting fame never sell my soul Getting fame never sell my soul (Jeet this is crazy) Look at my neck it's all on froze Got a good girl stripping on the pole All these packs they gon' be sold Getting fame never sell my soul Somehow I'm too faded Won't switch my shooter I'll never trade him Blowing up now but I'm feeling hated But f*ck man we finally made it Do what you want but you still gon' get hit Poppin' an E now I'm getting so lit F*ck all these fake friends man I know they really ain't on shit Known round my city so I keep a stick Could never let a pussy bitch hit his lick You ain't about it when shit start to hit You run and hide right behind your bitch Sit back and I pour up Running out of soda Living life like I'm Sosa I know your girl, yeah I know she know us I cracked the code to this game of life Shrooms made my life so bright See I finally got my money right Bitches hatin but they be scared to fight He said he wants some problems Ain't no problems, Imma solve em Grab my joint time to tote up Grab my Glock time to load up Was broke as f*ck I was on sad shit Now I'm loaded up strapped with the ratchet Don't test me I ain't scared to blast it Now I'm rich they wondered what happened Hoes like my flow man I switch it up F*ck you and me man there ain't no us Your girl like my dick so she lick it up Ain't never gon' fold ain't no switchin' up Broski grab the sawed-off And I know him he let shots off Smokin' weed got a chronic cough 'Cause when shit gets sticky they call us Look at my neck it's all on froze Got a good girl stripping on the pole All these packs they gon' be sold Getting fame never sell my soul Somehow I'm too faded Won't switch my shooter I'll never trade him Blowing up now but I'm feeling hated But f*ck man we finally made it Cartier wrist and my necklace on froze 250 racks, just for a show Lil baby Patek, Audemars Rose Clearing the debt, work hard got a clone Stackin' my bread, hit the glass make a toast Spray is a thousand, this Goyard cologne Came from the bottom but no not alone Hand to your bitch, she callin' my phone Blockin' the number it's showing unknown Off of these perkies, I'm rollin like stone Fuckin' your bitch and I nut on her clothes Palli done made it pull up in a Rolls When you're rich like this in the summer it's cold 30 on me I keep my pole Foreign bitch Minaj no hoe Stay with the V like El and Cro 100k what I paid for his soul Beat my charges f*ck parole Bo on your block just check the score Feel like I'm Horvat all these goals Sippin' this lean pour up in a Dole Smokin' a J I'm burnin like Cole 12 feet high above the rim Drown in pussy I learned how to swim Pull up on you this ain't no gym Flip his cap aim for the brim V my boy like he my kid Matchin' Rollies check our wrists Check our wrists got matchin' Rollies Now bitches want us 'cause we iced out our watch Double my cup when I'm sippin' this lean Now people can't wait for our songs to drop Fourgiatos on the whip be so clean Bald ass head when I take off your top Buy what you want just like it is free No there's not a limit to my card I've been tryna get my money up Stackin' up all my bands I don't even need a chopper no more Turn my opps into fans Look at my neck it's all on froze Got a good girl stripping on the pole All these packs they gon' be sold Getting fame never sell my soul Took two pills now I'm too faded Won't switch my shooter I'll never trade him Blowing up now but I'm feeling hated But f*ck man we finally made it