[Guap Tarantino] DMC Global now, nigga Ooh, iLuvMuny
[Guap Tarantino]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Servin´ in the Rover, I feel like I´m BlocBoy (Shoot) Rollie on my wrist, it don´t tick-tock, boy (Skrt) Dip, dip, dip, want a mil´, mil´, mil´ I´m for real, real, real, kept it real, real, real (Yeah) Ran my check up, got ´em big mad, boy (Yeah, yeah) Diamonds on my neck, this is not glass, boy (Yeah, yeah)
[Kevin Gates] Way before I make a play and then I order up them bands
Perico get imported, they report to Yucatán Throw my arms around you, I could throw it off the glass When a plug´s around you, you don´t even need no cap I took a trip for a pole in the cold in Chicago and went, got my mind together I cannot speak for a nigga who say how he livin´, we ain´t do no time together Might take a trip to Atlanta to touch on my dancer, we can´t spend no time together Pull on her hair when I´m punchin´, the dick in her back, you too cute to be cryin´ together Baby, don´t worry, you know how I be thuggin´, big general, gettin´ your spine together You say you gon´ send it, I fall in here with a lieutenant, just know that we dyin´ together Know that I´m one in a mil´ and I´m standin´ on ten and I´m Bread Winner fly forever
Sheddin´ out tears in the crowd when I´m wrappin´ them bricks, they don´t know I´m supplyin´ the weather 126 and he chargin´ you 4K (Nope), them numbers too high, I say no way (Nope) I´m 3650, a four-way, I got that paste and it lock up like Colgate Wholesale like all of the drop in the pot and it´s comin´ back, babe, like the top of a toenail Don´t be surprised if you walk in the spot and try not to get hot if you catch your lil´ ho there, uh
[Guap Tarantino] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Servin´ in the Rover, I feel like I´m BlocBoy (Shoot)
Rollie on my wrist, it don´t tick-tock, boy (Skrt) Dip, dip, dip, want a mil´, mil´, mil´ I´m for real, real, real, kept it real, real, real (Yeah) Ran my check up, got ´em big mad, boy (Yeah, yeah) Diamonds on my neck, this is not glass, boy (Yeah, yeah)
[Guap Tarantino] I went put-put with a slut, got your main ho (Main ho) She a real thot, let me nut on her ring, ho (Ring, ho) Rap niggas gay, wanna go fuck a rainbow (Fuck that) Real fat nigga, you won´t catch me in a Lambo (Skrt)
Real trap nigga, he might weigh with his eye closed (What) KB real thot, he might pay, what´s your price, ho? (Yeah) Young nigga in the spot, they don´t spray it with no mask on (Brr) Cuz came in, touched, he turned around and turned them racks on (Ra-ra-ra-ra-racks) I came in clutch, I turned around and got that bag home (Yeah) Scott, keep in touch, I fucked around and now I´m mad gone (Yeah, yeah) The tag, ain´t no rush, I walked in Lenox with my flag on (Woo) I´m a Chevy baby, bitch, I never really liked the Jag, though (Skrt, skrt, skrt) They say chill, chill, chill, but I can´t though (No)
Diamonds real, real, real, need a sink, ho (Blow, blow) I got real, real drugs to make you faint, ho (Make you faint, ho) Only bitch that I loved my bank ho (What, no cap)
[Guap Tarantino] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Servin´ in the Rover, I feel like I´m BlocBoy (Shoot) Rollie on my wrist, it don´t tick-tock, boy (Skrt) Dip, dip, dip, want a mil´, mil´, mil´ I´m for real, real, real, kept it real, real, real (Yeah) Ran my check up, got ´em big mad, boy (Yeah, yeah)
Diamonds on my neck, this is not glass, boy (Yeah, yeah)