Find Me
Aye
Out west shit nigga
Bitch, bitch
It's chilly I wear Gucci bomber, the Ferragamo
You're broke, we got nothin' in common
I'm not responding
Fuck a check up on some diamonds
That's why I'm shining
Investigators lookin' for me
They'll never find me
It's chilly I wear Gucci bomber, the Ferragamo
You're broke, we got nothin' in common
I'm not responding
Fuck a check up on some diamonds
That's why I'm shining
Investigators lookin' for me
They'll never find me
Smoking on a blunt, the same size as my son
Flip flop paint, watch it change in the sun
Pyrex pot, left a first degree burn
Forgiato's big so they rub when I turn
Paid a pretty penny for my necklace and my charm
Pounds coming in, bitch, going in on the funk
The shit that I'm sellin', it's life threatening
Junkies eat the dope for breakfast
Like jam and jelly
Hit the gas, puttin' a hurtin' on these Pirelli's
Servin' junkies powdered dope
Gave me a chubby belly
Let's find my wrist in the pot
Water whip like I'm a chemist
No, you ain't no motherfuckin' trapper
Doper, trader image, 'cause we know that you're not
Four stoves cookin' bitch don't touch it while it's hot
I got buckshots and a shotty
I'm going Scottie
Set up shop on the opps while
They in the party
Wait outside in a hot car
We full throttle
Throw your ass a brick of quick sand
That's how I got 'em
Tats, yeah, on my face
That let you know I'm gang, gang
Ask D40 with the infrared bang
Fish bowling the McLaren and I'm sitting on them thangs
But this watch that I'm wearing a 100, but it's plain
It's chilly I wear Gucci bomber, the Ferragamo
You're broke, we got nothin' in common
I'm not responding
Fuck a check up on some diamonds
That's why I'm shining
Investigators lookin' for me
They'll never find me
It's chilly I wear Gucci bomber, the Ferragamo
You're broke, we got nothin' in common
I'm not responding
Fuck a check up on some diamonds
That's why I'm shining
Investigators lookin' for me
They'll never find me
Play around me tough luck
You must be a dumb fuck
Engine in the trunk, trunk
Luggage in the front, front
Bitch so thick
See the ass from the front, front
Send your homie off and get his head
Willie Lump, Lump
I like my bitches ratchet, they freaky and they nasty
I might you rob you for all that shit
You think you finna tax me
Club going up, up
Comin' through the side door
Shoot your block up, up
Pull up in that slide door
Dope fiends everywhere
Even in the bathroom
I bankroll on my teacher
Then he put me out the classroom
VV's on my neck and wrist, it's just a costume
Ridin' with the shit up in the whip to make your block boom
Bitch!
It's chilly I wear Gucci bomber, the Ferragamo
You're broke, we got nothin' in common
I'm not responding
Fuck a check up on some diamonds
That's why I'm shining
Investigators lookin' for me
They'll never find me
It's chilly I wear Gucci bomber, the Ferragamo
You're broke, we got nothin' in common
I'm not responding
Fuck a check up on some diamonds
That's why I'm shining
Investigators lookin' for me
They'll never find me
Out west shit nigga
Bitch, bitch
It's chilly I wear Gucci bomber, the Ferragamo
You're broke, we got nothin' in common
I'm not responding
Fuck a check up on some diamonds
That's why I'm shining
Investigators lookin' for me
They'll never find me
It's chilly I wear Gucci bomber, the Ferragamo
You're broke, we got nothin' in common
I'm not responding
Fuck a check up on some diamonds
That's why I'm shining
Investigators lookin' for me
They'll never find me
Smoking on a blunt, the same size as my son
Flip flop paint, watch it change in the sun
Pyrex pot, left a first degree burn
Forgiato's big so they rub when I turn
Paid a pretty penny for my necklace and my charm
Pounds coming in, bitch, going in on the funk
The shit that I'm sellin', it's life threatening
Junkies eat the dope for breakfast
Like jam and jelly
Hit the gas, puttin' a hurtin' on these Pirelli's
Servin' junkies powdered dope
Gave me a chubby belly
Let's find my wrist in the pot
Water whip like I'm a chemist
No, you ain't no motherfuckin' trapper
Doper, trader image, 'cause we know that you're not
Four stoves cookin' bitch don't touch it while it's hot
I got buckshots and a shotty
I'm going Scottie
Set up shop on the opps while
They in the party
Wait outside in a hot car
We full throttle
Throw your ass a brick of quick sand
That's how I got 'em
Tats, yeah, on my face
That let you know I'm gang, gang
Ask D40 with the infrared bang
Fish bowling the McLaren and I'm sitting on them thangs
But this watch that I'm wearing a 100, but it's plain
It's chilly I wear Gucci bomber, the Ferragamo
You're broke, we got nothin' in common
I'm not responding
Fuck a check up on some diamonds
That's why I'm shining
Investigators lookin' for me
They'll never find me
It's chilly I wear Gucci bomber, the Ferragamo
You're broke, we got nothin' in common
I'm not responding
Fuck a check up on some diamonds
That's why I'm shining
Investigators lookin' for me
They'll never find me
Play around me tough luck
You must be a dumb fuck
Engine in the trunk, trunk
Luggage in the front, front
Bitch so thick
See the ass from the front, front
Send your homie off and get his head
Willie Lump, Lump
I like my bitches ratchet, they freaky and they nasty
I might you rob you for all that shit
You think you finna tax me
Club going up, up
Comin' through the side door
Shoot your block up, up
Pull up in that slide door
Dope fiends everywhere
Even in the bathroom
I bankroll on my teacher
Then he put me out the classroom
VV's on my neck and wrist, it's just a costume
Ridin' with the shit up in the whip to make your block boom
Bitch!
It's chilly I wear Gucci bomber, the Ferragamo
You're broke, we got nothin' in common
I'm not responding
Fuck a check up on some diamonds
That's why I'm shining
Investigators lookin' for me
They'll never find me
It's chilly I wear Gucci bomber, the Ferragamo
You're broke, we got nothin' in common
I'm not responding
Fuck a check up on some diamonds
That's why I'm shining
Investigators lookin' for me
They'll never find me
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Writer(s): Scott Thomas
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