Givenchy (feat. Lunchbox)

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Fotrill

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(Fotrill!)
Wrist froze, yea she like how I do it
Geeked up on them drugs, yea I'm booted
Good brain you would think she's a tutor
New Range, you see how I maneuver
Think I ain't got it? Boy you got to be stupid
Lot of guala, that's inside of my 'subies
Countin' broccoli, yea you know what I'm doin'
Not a problem, if it's like that we'll move it
(Whew)
Bitch so bad and my wrist all glass, look everybody know I'm poppin'
Ricks all black and the whip so fast, no lil' boy you can't stop me
Racks on me long, yea this shit gettin' sloppy
High out my mind, and I'm geeked out my body
Pockets got fat and your shit lookin' scrawny
Walk out the store and I got on Givenchy
Baby let's go get high
We'll do whatever you like
I know that you not that type
You can not f*ck with my guys
Really we come out at night
Spent the whole check on some ice
Woah
I'm on them drugs
I'm on them drugs
That bitch, she know what's up
Switch out the coupe, had to back out the truck
Lil' bitch there's no catchin' up
Lil' bitch there's no catchin' up
I fell in love with my cup
Niggas try, what we do
But they suck, so they lose
He runnin' up, then he lose
Get the mop, get the broom
High
I'm not mad bitch I get high
And I'm sorry bitch, I get high
New fashion, I get fly
Move out bitch, I get fried
I get tired
Niggas steal swag, bitch I get tired
Every time
Uh, every time (ah, ah)
Closet that's full of designer, boy I rock every kind
Smokin' my dope by the zip like how'd I get this high?
Uh, Cartier shades on my face just 'cuz I'm too damn fried
I'm eatin' steak with the lobster, I got every side
Uh, Diamond my neck, boy I'm ballin' just look how they shine
And she's trying to get in my pants but I said "not tonight"
Wrist froze, yea she like how I do it
Geeked up on them drugs, yea I'm booted
Good brain you would think she's a tutor
New Range, you see how I maneuver
Think I ain't got it? Boy you got to be stupid
Lot of guala, that's inside of my 'subies
Countin' broccoli, yea you know what I'm doin'
Not a problem, if it's like that we'll move it
(Whew)
Bitch so bad and my wrist all glass, look everybody know I'm poppin'
Ricks all black and the whip so fast no lil' boy you can't stop me
Racks on me long, yea this shit gettin' sloppy
High out my mind, and I'm geeked out my body
Pockets got fat and your shit lookin' scrawny
Walk out the store and I got on Givenchy

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