JTK
Yeah
Keed talk to ′em
All these bitches coming in the Bentley truck, ooh
Nigga really trippin', got problems, start shootin′
Yeah, two twin Dracos, leave a loose goose
Yeah, two twin hoes, I ain't know what to do, yeah
I don't mind touching your body
We put a whole lot of hundreds on bodies
She treat me like candy, she lick me like lollies
Too many loads, yeah, I need a dolly
Too many hoes caressing they body
Got too many poles, I′m not wearin′ boxers
I just might crash, way she ridin', ridin′
It's up in my stash, not up in my pockets
They put on that mask and they get to robbin′
I came a long way, they killin' everybody
We came a long way, we not just anybody
Cartier frames, I don′t see anybody (let's go)
You know we way far from regular
Now I'm booked up with a too busy schedule
YSL shit, ain′t no way that we scared of you
Shoot this bitch up, we won′t leave nothin' but residue
Just got a backend, I′m thumbin' through revenue
I got a bad bitch, she look like a trophy
I dropped a dub on this chain like Ginóbili
Paid twenty-four for the Act′ like I'm Kobe
I be too geeked up and I′m never sober
Me and Keed in a Maybach, we ridin' with a chauffer
You can bet that I'm ridin′ with a motherfuckin′ toaster
You know Stevie stay with me, he strapped with no holster
Elliot diamonds, I just keep it kosher
I keep it on me, watch how you approach me
Gunna just hit me, he told me keep goin'
And nigga, stay down and somebody
Gon′ notice you, yeah (Keed, talk to 'em)
All these bitches coming in the Bentley truck, ooh
Nigga really trippin′, got problems, start shootin'
Yeah, two twin Dracos, leave a loose goose
Yeah, two twin hoes, I ain′t know what to do, yeah
I don't mind touching your body
We put a whole lot of hundreds on bodies
She treat me like candy, she lick me like lollies
Too many loads, yeah, I need a dolly
Too many hoes caressing they body
Got too many poles, I'm not wearin′ boxers
I just might crash, way she ridin′, ridin'
It′s up in my stash, not up in my pockets
They put on that mask and they get to robbin'
I came a long way, they killin′ everybody
We came a long way, we not just anybody
Cartier frames, I don't see anybody (let′s go)
I hardly say it, but I miss you, Trolly
When I copped that Lam' truck, I was excited
I hopped in the grass, peerin' out my rocket
The back of the Mulsanne, I′m reclining
Rhinestones in my jeans shinin′ like my diamonds
Her leggings see-through, I don't see no pantie linings
She told me come through and want me to combine ′em
If they shootin' they shot, I became a target
YSL at the top, we control the market
I called up SEX and said, "Look what you started"
Ain′t goin' out sad, I sell me some narcotics
Rose gold Richard Mille, I had a rose Bvlgari
Me and Duke killer blue, 488 Ferarri
Ain′t givin' money back, ain't no say sorry
We put niggas on a plate like calamari (Keed talk to ′em)
All these bitches coming in the Bentley truck, ooh
Nigga really trippin′, got problems, start shootin'
Yeah, two twin Dracos, leave a loose goose
Yeah, two twin hoes, I ain′t know what to do, yeah
I don't mind touching your body
We put a whole lot of hundreds on bodies
She treat me like candy, she lick me like lollies
Too many loads, yeah, I need a dolly
Too many hoes caressing they body
Got too many poles, I′m not wearin' boxers
I just might crash, way she ridin′, ridin'
It's up in my stash, not up in my pockets
They put on that mask and they get to robbin′
I came a long way, they killin′ everybody
We came a long way, we not just anybody
Cartier frames, I don't see anybody (let′s go)
Cartier frames with the woodgrain, yeah
Light this shit up like it's propane, yeah
Diamonds shining bright, yeah, the red mink clear
This a supercharged Range Rover, yeah, I switched the gears
Yeah, they know a nigga livin′ better
Yeah, this a Maybach, drive it like a shuttle, yeah
F&N tearin' through your shelter, yeah
Boy, you die ′bout these three letters, yeah
When I walk in the Rollie, I weigh it down
No, I don't care 'bout her background
Most of y′all niggas just passed down
Pink pockets, say I can′t come down
This a Water by G, chopper cashed out
This a dirty stick, know that we air it out
Slime got thirty clips on it, they'll air it out
I take care my hoes, I′ll pass it out, oh Lord
All these bitches coming in the Bentley truck, ooh
Nigga really trippin', got problems, start shootin′
Yeah, two twin Dracos, leave a loose goose
Yeah, two twin hoes, I ain't know what to do, yeah
I don′t mind touching your body
We put a whole lot of hundreds on bodies
She treat me like candy, she lick me like lollies
Too many loads, yeah, I need a dolly
Too many hoes caressing they body
Got too many poles, I'm not wearin' boxers
I just might crash, way she ridin′, ridin′
It's up in my stash, not up in my pockets
They put on that mask and they get to robbin′
I came a long way, they killin' everybody
We came a long way, we not just anybody
Cartier frames, I don′t see anybody (let's go)
