Cartier Bandits
Expensive taste
Designer on the waist
Ima get to this cake, we don't do nothing fake
Cut off the snakes, too much on my plate
Rock cartier's, got two or three pairs
Ride around with no fear
Sip on this act
Fuck nigga relax or get hit in ya back
We do em real dirty (Dirty)
Pop me a 30
Sleep with no worries
My vision is blurry
Migo shooting like curry
Just ran up the bank
Pour me some drank
Dripping in balmain
It cost me a rack
Serving the feens on the corner I trap
Mix up the work had to cook up batch
Twisting my fingers man shout out my sleezy's
Call up Jay O and I pass em the stictchy
Watch him get busy
Cartier bandits who run the city
Stay with my dips, you know the Billy's
Shit could get tricky
Don't move silly
Walk with a blick, always carrying fifty
Hunnits stay crispy, pockets full of blue cheese
Rip nipsey
Got me on my bullshit swear I won't quit
Bending that block
Dont sleep on that heat
Up on the grass, got crack for the street
Aint sending no tax, can't get no relief
Gorilla da glue, its punching like bape hair (here)
Amiri for cheap, they rockin that fake gear
Riding for opps he gotta stay there
Shooters inject
The hoolies dont play fair
Upping that fire we leaving you wet
Touch me man that's your life, that's a bet
Zoe's in the cut ain't scared for attempts
Talk disrespect, you better come correct
Cause bullets hit you dome
Give a fuck bout a vest
Told me stay humble, fuck that I'm best
When I pop out, got these bitches obsessed
Back in my groove got these hating niggas stressed
First off give a fuck about the fame,
only want the jewels and the money in the game
Reach for the chain then a hollow gon rain
I ain't chief keef but the grip bang bang
Talk on my name the glizzy gon sing
Cartier bandits put in max pain
Smoking exotics wont smoke cheap strains
Pint of that tech all up in my veins
Jump in the booth give my fans straight heat
Shoutout sxpply for dumping on this beat
(Tinted the carti's)
Expensive taste
Designer on the waist
Ima get to this cake, we don't do nothing fake
Cut off the snakes, too much on my plate
Rock cartier's, got two or three pairs
Ride around with no fear
Sip on this act
Fuck nigga relax or get hit in ya back
We do em real dirty (Dirty)
Pop me a 30
Sleep with no worries
My vision is blurry
Migo shooting like curry
Just ran up the bank
Pour me some drank
Dripping in balmain
It cost me a rack
Serving the feens on the corner I trap
Mix up the work had to cook up batch
Designer on the waist
Ima get to this cake, we don't do nothing fake
Cut off the snakes, too much on my plate
Rock cartier's, got two or three pairs
Ride around with no fear
Sip on this act
Fuck nigga relax or get hit in ya back
We do em real dirty (Dirty)
Pop me a 30
Sleep with no worries
My vision is blurry
Migo shooting like curry
Just ran up the bank
Pour me some drank
Dripping in balmain
It cost me a rack
Serving the feens on the corner I trap
Mix up the work had to cook up batch
Twisting my fingers man shout out my sleezy's
Call up Jay O and I pass em the stictchy
Watch him get busy
Cartier bandits who run the city
Stay with my dips, you know the Billy's
Shit could get tricky
Don't move silly
Walk with a blick, always carrying fifty
Hunnits stay crispy, pockets full of blue cheese
Rip nipsey
Got me on my bullshit swear I won't quit
Bending that block
Dont sleep on that heat
Up on the grass, got crack for the street
Aint sending no tax, can't get no relief
Gorilla da glue, its punching like bape hair (here)
Amiri for cheap, they rockin that fake gear
Riding for opps he gotta stay there
Shooters inject
The hoolies dont play fair
Upping that fire we leaving you wet
Touch me man that's your life, that's a bet
Zoe's in the cut ain't scared for attempts
Talk disrespect, you better come correct
Cause bullets hit you dome
Give a fuck bout a vest
Told me stay humble, fuck that I'm best
When I pop out, got these bitches obsessed
Back in my groove got these hating niggas stressed
First off give a fuck about the fame,
only want the jewels and the money in the game
Reach for the chain then a hollow gon rain
I ain't chief keef but the grip bang bang
Talk on my name the glizzy gon sing
Cartier bandits put in max pain
Smoking exotics wont smoke cheap strains
Pint of that tech all up in my veins
Jump in the booth give my fans straight heat
Shoutout sxpply for dumping on this beat
(Tinted the carti's)
Expensive taste
Designer on the waist
Ima get to this cake, we don't do nothing fake
Cut off the snakes, too much on my plate
Rock cartier's, got two or three pairs
Ride around with no fear
Sip on this act
Fuck nigga relax or get hit in ya back
We do em real dirty (Dirty)
Pop me a 30
Sleep with no worries
My vision is blurry
Migo shooting like curry
Just ran up the bank
Pour me some drank
Dripping in balmain
It cost me a rack
Serving the feens on the corner I trap
Mix up the work had to cook up batch
Credits
Writer(s): Darius Jamal Duntin
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