Mobsters

100k for the plain Jane, different mechanism Louis shades, 675, I got better vision Bought a Competition, what I'd rather, chauffeur driven My nigga rang me for the scorps, told him, "Hold a minute" Gold tips, but I like my bitch up in white ones Dark world, sitting in the trap 'til the light's done All real, made a quarter mill', took me five months Lost it all, made it all again, didn't cry once Plug talk, these are Colgates, not just Air 1's Trap boy, walk into the T, five pairs up Bare tops, got a few bottoms, but there's bare tops Opp block, got about five, that's our first stop I need better wealth (wealth), gave them hot shells Now, it's soft shell, yellowtail, yacht, sipping 42 Copped the glizzy and a 42 Then we got the K, that's a naughty move We're just moving heavy weight, sell it straight Fill the trolley, but I seen my nigga do the pellet way Grip the shotty, you ain't tried to do the manor pellet way Better going MIA, you ain't getting NFA Compact cost me 5k, but it's featherweight Spa day, in the steam room, need to meditate Narcos, doing dope deals in a hot tub (hello?) Bought her two heels, she was hot stuff Sea view, eating seafood, bit of lobster Red wine, eating spag' bol' with the mobsters Hotel, talking to the link 'bout wholesale Lost it all, made it all again, I'm like, "Oh, well" Likkle bro just land road, now he's straight again "Welcome back, here's a care pack," gave him eight of them Culinary skills, he's a fool with the catering President, I'm just tryna make the trap great again I see them tryna see what's in my hand, boy It's a BQ, niggas thought it was an Android Niggas tried scheme on the G's, but their plans void One call, that's a car full, full of hand toys Name another rap nigga had 'em landing Switch on the lamp, what's the stamp? Check the branding She looking at the tee, thought it's Louis, but it's Lanvin I pulled up listening to ragga man, I'm random Jugging at a high level, I can make the white treble Kettle on my wrist fully rose, this ain't bimetal (this ain't bimetal) Last six months, copped like five bezels Told your bitch, "Pattern with the G's, why settle?" 100k for the plain Jane, different mechanism Louis shades, 675, I got better vision Bought a Competition, what I'd rather, chauffeur driven My nigga rang me for the scorps, told him, "Hold a minute" Gold tips, but I like my bitch up in white ones Dark world, sitting in the trap 'til the light's done All real, made a quarter mill', took me five months Lost it all, made it all again, didn't cry once