My body in prada from italy
White gold on my teeth ain’t no silver teeth
Gave my shooter a perc he was fidgety
30 bands on me like a trilogy
Where i’m from we didn’t know sh#t but misery
I love money just look what it did for me
It’s crazy that racks were my missing piece
I spin his block with no sympathy
They talk all that talk where they gon go
Where they gon hide when i pull up they fold
The people around me never break the code
They know if they do i’ll put em in a holе
All of my diamonds they glow
You just a b#tch i know
My shooter off white likе snow
He gon make sure that you pay what you owe
I ain’t call bro ina while
His phone got tapped by the feds
I got work i got white by the pile
He touch my bread end up dead
They can say what they want i just want a check
Designer on me black and white like a ref
What color he wearing imma turn it red
He gon leave a stain on the ground where he bled
You can hold me to everything that i just said
I don’t gotta do sh#t just put bread on your head
I dropped outta school how the f#ck could i focus
My dad was in jail he was facing like 10
I don’t know how to fold i don’t bend
Pick a side get off of the fence
I got too much so of course imma spend
I’m good for a while i’ve been thinking ahead
Don’t play their music around me it’s trash
Just left the bank i’m dissecting a stack
I get a bag and i run through it fast
I don’t give a f#ck cause it’s coming right back
Then i do it again and again and again
They ain’t flexin sh#t it’s hard not to laugh
I see you outside then we gonna clash
I can’t wait till i turn em into ash
I was in mexico making american bands
I can’t get enough i can’t relax
Sweet life i feel like zach
They thought they was it and got left in the past
I’m in la in a coupe, it’s black
Don’t got nothin to recoup no advance
I f#ckin hate when they hold out they hands
Asking for sh (i’m so sorry)
I bet if i made it right now
And they found out they’d be all on my dick
But i forgive i never forget
I told you i’m making a list, i told you that i would be rich
My own blood switched
Honest to god i didn’t think they would snitch
Blades in my back, the feds in the crib
f#ck em i don’t think i spoke to them since
That’s probably why i can never trust sh#t
Cuban links i got racks on my wrist
I was broke i was looking for bliss
If i take a shot then i probably won’t miss
My glock flirty it’s gon blow you a kiss
I keep a strap i ain’t using my fist
We not the same we never gon click
Honest to god i forgot you exist
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