JD Wrist
Stove God Cooks, Estee Nack, Trap-A-Holics, Westside Gunn
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Ayo four door Ferrari, niggas know my body Standing on the couch, me Pop Smoke and Bobby Flyest nigga in the GQ party, Walahi Shootout at L avenue, caught a homi Trap-a-holics, what's happening? The Brick Squad youngin' Slim Dunkin snap that muh'fucka back, Squad They can't tell you nothing when you rich like this Cocaine jumping out the tank, your shit ain't fish like this Europe for three months, bitch you don't trip like this Shiny suit on who else you know cook a brick like this Puff Daddy with the remix, JD Wrist remix Courtside all season, Maybach truck bleeding Ayo four door Ferrari, niggas know my body Standing on the couch, me Pop Smoke and Bobby Flyest nigga in the GQ party, Walahi Shootout on L avenue, caught a homi Down East Lafayette, breeze on the set Frank Clegg duffels, mention me again I'm on your neck Eating beef ball, well wagyu in the Jacks Spilt my caviar Prada linen look a mess I'm at Bulgari Hotel, 3K a night I think about Sly How he on the cot for four lifes I think about USP Atlanta (?) with the mice I think about FCI Colman noodles with the rice I'm a eastside nigga, Children Hospital baby Peace to the park down the way, up the Bailey Ecmc broad day, you try to play me I leave out the spot all the bitches wanna take me They can't tell you nothing when you rich like this Cocaine jumping out the tank, your shit ain't fish like this Europe for three months, bitch you don't trip like this Shiny suit on who else you know cook a brick like this Puff Daddy with the remix, JD Wrist remix Courtside all season, Maybach truck bleeding I was hyped off that cocaine money then the food came Bagger spend nine hours skimping bundles in his Flu Games When you spend your last and it don't cook, now that's some true pain Youngboy pop three percs, he said that give him good aim I feel like Shakur skippin' out in that Armani suit Chopped it up with Wallo in a van outside Armani shoot Nigga you did twenty, now you got the juice He said when they leave you open, Stove you gotta shoot Water whippin' got the mix up, money came and they switched up Fans came and they switched up, everything they shooting switched up Bitch I'm what it look like when the coke work When the rap work, when the dope work Blood red Supreme North Face faux fur Rolls Royce with the chauffeur Got eleven bricks in both doors They can't tell you nothing when you rich like this Cocaine jumping out the tank, your shit ain't fish like this Europe for three months, bitch you don't trip like this Shiny suit on who else you know cook a brick like this Puff Daddy with the remix, JD Wrist remix Courtside all season, Maybach truck bleeding Choppers in the trunk, keep a hundred thou' in the safe Treat a nigga like a junkie, get the f*ck up out of my face (?) Like an immediate feature (?) Get him up out of my space, dissappear him without a trace With my penis I was pumping base, many years I was up late Feeling lethal, brought 'em in and we take them shits out of state Niggas talking 'bout some beef so we killed it without a case I can feel the hate, it's obvious you talking out of place Wrap up them six O's, y'all niggas ain't never had no bread and it shows Only thing I'm worried bout is my goals (?) Sin city niggas sniff blow, pay cash we ain't smoking Hydro Running laps, floating on the five-o 5 series Bimmer with my eyes closed Jd shooter for Chicago, take niggas on a long trip Throw 'em in the lake, take a dip Bake a cake, niggas know I'ma make it fit Baggin' up right in front of a naked bitch Through the streets, getting money and takin' risks Say I'll be damned if I ever chase a bitch I might just f*ck on your bitch and pay for her tits Big booty on Miami, big bankroll don't fit in my pockets Late night riding round town Get his ass whacked trying to get at my profit 30 move it down every sale is looking like fossils, I be drippin' in designer sauces Got a bitch living like bosses Big booty on Miami, big bankroll don't fit in my pockets Late night riding round town Get his ass whacked trying to get at my profit 30 move it down every sale is looking like fossils, I be drippin' in designer sauces Got a bitch living like bosses They can't tell you nothing when you rich like this Cocaine jumping out the tank, your shit ain't fish like this Europe for three months, bitch you don't trip like this Shiny suit on who else you know cook a brick like this Puff Daddy with the remix, JD Wrist remix Courtside all season, Maybach truck bleeding You's a window shopper You mad at me I think you know why Ayo, it's Westside Pootie and I'm in Paris right now Just landed from Cairo and before that, Milan And before that, Rome and before that, Santorini And before that, Athens and before that, Copenhagen And before, I was at Paris Fashion Week And this whole time the haters doing what? Exactly And if y'all don't get it, just say that, if y'all broke, just say that But don't deny greatness, that's just pathetic Now let me go, I have a picnic set at the Eiffel You's a window shopper
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Written by: Alvin Worthy, Aaron Cooks, Estee Nack
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