Steelo
They know my steelo
Trappin' eatin' hot cheetos
In my pocket four kilos
Get yo shit deebo'd
My jewelry deep froze lord
Walk in tear the booth up
Ain't with no bitch scoot up
My gas make you throw up
My dough raise the roof up (Lord)
Bought a money machine it from Syria
I had to go shine out all my peers
They tryin' to give me the Rico (huh)
They need to make da weed legal (yeah)
Always look out for your people (yeah)
Balmain jeans these not Evisu
You can't walk a mile in these Christian Loub'
Ain't got shit to lose, ain't got shit to prove
I got gas to move I never fuckin' snooze
My niggas shoot the stick just like they shootin' hoops
You wanna catch a hole don't make no sudden moves
Got balls of octane It's steady comin' through
Treat you like a deer niggas huntin' you
Money the only thing made me comfortable
Baby girl I can fall in love with you
Poof be gone I done seen enough of you
I brought scope where the fuck you runnin' to
Sitting in the crib I'm steady havin' visions
The amount of days I was cookin' in the kitchen
Niggas penny pinchin'
Niggas snakes they hissin'
Say you got the loud let me see the picture
Double decker time I'm bout to roll 2 swishers
Never cross a nigga fuck it off a nigga
All that broke talk you done lost me nigga
Gotta keep these fuckin' hundreds off of me nigga
I be puttin' robins in the coffin just like finna come and copy
Rocking all my ice when I'm chilling in the lobby
Berkin' 20k when I be going shopping
Always In the trap I'm never club hoppin'
They know my steelo
Trappin' eatin' hot cheetos
In my pocket four kilos
Get yo shit deebo'd
My jewelry deep froze lord
Walk in tear the booth up
Ain't with no bitch scoot up
My gas make you throw up
My dough raise the roof up (Lord)
Bought a money machine it from Syria
I had to go shine out all my peers
They tryin' to give me the Rico (huh)
They need to make da weed legal (yeah)
Always look out for your people (yeah)
Balmain jeans these not Evisu
She like to suck it so deep throat
Get your shit took call it repo
Life is a game ain't no cheat code
I see the fake through the peep hole
I got the stick In my trench
I fill you with holes like a fence
She said she can't see through my tint
We blowin' this money like vents
She fell in love with the G-Code
I pop a Perc I'm in beast mode
I keep a shooter no free throw
Can't waste my time with no freak hoes
I'm tryin' to stack up my ends
I'm deep in the water no fins
This money keep tumblin' in
These niggas'll fuck up your plans
I fell in love with the streets
But do I remember the beef
When niggas couldn't even go to sleep
Now cut on the lights you can see
Yeah I'm on the block like a street pole
Hiding a zip in my peacoat
Niggas so scary won't see smoke
We blow up your spot like a C4
They know my steelo
Trappin' eatin' hot cheetos
In my pocket four kilos
Get yo shit deebo'd
My jewelry deep froze lord
Walk in tear the booth up
Ain't with no bitch scoot up
My gas make you throw up
My dough raise the roof up (Lord)
Bought a money machine it from, Syria
I had to go shine out all my peers
They tryin' to give me, the Rico (huh)
They need to make da weed legal (yeah)
Always look out for your, people (yeah)
Balmain jeans these not Evisu (yeah)
Trappin' eatin' hot cheetos
In my pocket four kilos
Get yo shit deebo'd
My jewelry deep froze lord
Walk in tear the booth up
Ain't with no bitch scoot up
My gas make you throw up
My dough raise the roof up (Lord)
Bought a money machine it from Syria
I had to go shine out all my peers
They tryin' to give me the Rico (huh)
They need to make da weed legal (yeah)
Always look out for your people (yeah)
Balmain jeans these not Evisu
You can't walk a mile in these Christian Loub'
Ain't got shit to lose, ain't got shit to prove
I got gas to move I never fuckin' snooze
My niggas shoot the stick just like they shootin' hoops
You wanna catch a hole don't make no sudden moves
Got balls of octane It's steady comin' through
Treat you like a deer niggas huntin' you
Money the only thing made me comfortable
Baby girl I can fall in love with you
Poof be gone I done seen enough of you
I brought scope where the fuck you runnin' to
Sitting in the crib I'm steady havin' visions
The amount of days I was cookin' in the kitchen
Niggas penny pinchin'
Niggas snakes they hissin'
Say you got the loud let me see the picture
Double decker time I'm bout to roll 2 swishers
Never cross a nigga fuck it off a nigga
All that broke talk you done lost me nigga
Gotta keep these fuckin' hundreds off of me nigga
I be puttin' robins in the coffin just like finna come and copy
Rocking all my ice when I'm chilling in the lobby
Berkin' 20k when I be going shopping
Always In the trap I'm never club hoppin'
They know my steelo
Trappin' eatin' hot cheetos
In my pocket four kilos
Get yo shit deebo'd
My jewelry deep froze lord
Walk in tear the booth up
Ain't with no bitch scoot up
My gas make you throw up
My dough raise the roof up (Lord)
Bought a money machine it from Syria
I had to go shine out all my peers
They tryin' to give me the Rico (huh)
They need to make da weed legal (yeah)
Always look out for your people (yeah)
Balmain jeans these not Evisu
She like to suck it so deep throat
Get your shit took call it repo
Life is a game ain't no cheat code
I see the fake through the peep hole
I got the stick In my trench
I fill you with holes like a fence
She said she can't see through my tint
We blowin' this money like vents
She fell in love with the G-Code
I pop a Perc I'm in beast mode
I keep a shooter no free throw
Can't waste my time with no freak hoes
I'm tryin' to stack up my ends
I'm deep in the water no fins
This money keep tumblin' in
These niggas'll fuck up your plans
I fell in love with the streets
But do I remember the beef
When niggas couldn't even go to sleep
Now cut on the lights you can see
Yeah I'm on the block like a street pole
Hiding a zip in my peacoat
Niggas so scary won't see smoke
We blow up your spot like a C4
They know my steelo
Trappin' eatin' hot cheetos
In my pocket four kilos
Get yo shit deebo'd
My jewelry deep froze lord
Walk in tear the booth up
Ain't with no bitch scoot up
My gas make you throw up
My dough raise the roof up (Lord)
Bought a money machine it from, Syria
I had to go shine out all my peers
They tryin' to give me, the Rico (huh)
They need to make da weed legal (yeah)
Always look out for your, people (yeah)
Balmain jeans these not Evisu (yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Richard Brooks
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