Luxury
I'm in the spot I got ooters with me
Jody wassup? Bet you he dump
If he run up we got plenty figis
Copped a new glizzy, back to the city
Young nigga cashin live luxury, digital dash this ain't no fuckery
Baby come run up the bucks with me
She see the breesh now look she love me
I swear these niggas ain't fucking with me
Glizz got a beam I'm finna creep
I spent a band on these mike amiris, no these ain't cheap, shop in boutiques
If they want static my niggas ready, they know where we be, bitch over East
Hit that boy up then we getting deady, she wanna fuck tell her open chevy
Call up LiuKang tell him bring the stretchy, they know it's a sitchy whenever we slide
Don't spin through the ends it get hella scary, matic outside niggas could die
Run up the racks do it in a hurry
Niggas do anything for the money
Bro off the yerk moving like a junkie
Pass him the G he gon flock it for me
Brody just copped him a new grip, it's exclusive, and he on timing he shit
He in the back on some cool shit, waiting to catch him a new Vic
Hold on, baby I'm blizzy I'm not like ya average
Still want a feature lil nigga we taxing
I'm in the spot I got ooters with me
Jody wassup? Bet you he dump
If he run up we got plenty figis
Copped a new glizzy, back to the city
Young nigga cashin live luxury, digital dash this ain't no fuckery
Baby come run up the bucks with me
She see the breesh now look she love me
Hold on
Jody wassup? Bet you he dump
If he run up we got plenty figis
Copped a new glizzy, back to the city
Young nigga cashin live luxury, digital dash this ain't no fuckery
Baby come run up the bucks with me
She see the breesh now look she love me
I swear these niggas ain't fucking with me
Glizz got a beam I'm finna creep
I spent a band on these mike amiris, no these ain't cheap, shop in boutiques
If they want static my niggas ready, they know where we be, bitch over East
Hit that boy up then we getting deady, she wanna fuck tell her open chevy
Call up LiuKang tell him bring the stretchy, they know it's a sitchy whenever we slide
Don't spin through the ends it get hella scary, matic outside niggas could die
Run up the racks do it in a hurry
Niggas do anything for the money
Bro off the yerk moving like a junkie
Pass him the G he gon flock it for me
Brody just copped him a new grip, it's exclusive, and he on timing he shit
He in the back on some cool shit, waiting to catch him a new Vic
Hold on, baby I'm blizzy I'm not like ya average
Still want a feature lil nigga we taxing
I'm in the spot I got ooters with me
Jody wassup? Bet you he dump
If he run up we got plenty figis
Copped a new glizzy, back to the city
Young nigga cashin live luxury, digital dash this ain't no fuckery
Baby come run up the bucks with me
She see the breesh now look she love me
Hold on
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Writer(s): Shada Gai-baldeh
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