- Lil Gotit Cartier Glass 歌詞
- Lil Gotit
- Back in traffic right now
(Ayy, CakeBoy)
Shouts out my broski (CakeBoy Bally)
Dreads, braid to the back
Cartiers on me, clear as glass
Racks on me, keep drip on my ass
Glock rotation, ready to warm anything
Rock a lot of ice til it freeze up the drain
Sendin out bags, put a patty on a plane
Say Im out in Beijing , yeah, them folks insane
Young and rich, cant slander our name
I done seen broke hoes, hatin hoes and messy hoes
Wont pull up with bro if he dont match my b-roll
Break the internet, its time to go up on these lil hoes
My mindset been a check, its up and its stuck on the chicken wing hoes
A ho can run her mouth
But she damn sure aint runnin this
I dont want that clout
Get that shit and step on that
Watch me **** her mouth
Pass her right off to the bruh thats next (Shifted)
Fronted on so much money
They ****ed around and got lost in the check
Im-Ima air it up with a monkey and a TEC
Your crew doot-doot-dooted up
Everybody ass gon remember that shit
Nah, I aint change for shit
But I do got a Cartier wrist and *****
Big dawg aint real Hood Baby? You trippin
And Im eatin meals, not Kibbles & Bits
Dreads, braid to the back
Cartiers on me, clear as glass
Racks on me, keep drip on my ass
Glock rotation, ready to warm anything
Rock a lot of ice til it freeze up the drain
Sendin out bags, put a patty on a plane
Say Im out in Beijing, yeah, them folks insane
Young and rich, cant slander our name
I done seen broke hoes, hatin hoes and messy hoes
Wont pull up with bro if he dont match my b- roll
Break the internet, its time to go up on these lil hoes
My mindset been a check, its up and its stuck on the chicken wing hoes
You call cops, I shoot opps
Get a mil and sign the block
**** your thots, Im gettin guap
And I pipe it, on my life
Im still dodgin crazy hoes
They know I caller ID my line (Lets go)
If they talkin bout a motha****in bag (Racks)
I might as well, they aint gon rely (Lets do it)
Broke, went to sleep with nothin (Yeah)
Woke up, Saint Laurent (Thats crazy)
With Ola, smokin Runtz (Ola)
******* love YSL and Runtz
Old head burnt and still a street punk
White boy with me, I aint talkin bout junkies
Wanna get money? *****, come join me
Hood Baby lifestyle, *****, we up
Dreads, braid to the back
Cartiers on me, clear as glass
Racks on me, keep drip on my ass
Glock rotation, ready to warm anything
Rock a lot of ice til it freeze up the drain
Sendin out bags, put a patty on a plane
Say Im out in Beijing, yeah, them folks insane
Young and rich, cant slander our name
I done seen broke hoes, hatin hoes and messy hoes
Wont pull up with bro if he dont match my b-roll
Break the internet, its time to go up on these lil hoes
My mindset been a check, its up and its stuck on the chicken wing hoes
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