Consequences
They wanna see me cut up get you touched up for no reason
Yea I keep it on me ain't gotta wonder I ain't Stevie
Heard yo shooter just got wet up he ain't gone make it to next season
And I Heard they want that smoke I got that pressure niggas can't breathe in
Yea It's consequences and repercussions for what yo homie do
Yea He was lacking they all came through blasting and popped his homie too
One to the head this clip extended I still got more rounds to shoot
Forgot my clip long like a Shaq shoe this bitch hold bout 32
Smoke him like gelato
Sip lean this ain't Moscato
Pack came from Colorado
Got this all gold on me these hoes call me lil El Dorado
She give me top she swallow
No We can't pop no bottles
Pockets on avocado
She like how my d rose I ain't from Illinois
Hundred million wit a bag full toys
Police knocking hellcat make too much noise
Stack them racks up and split it wit my boys
The fragrance of money is stuck on my clothes
Tryna bust on your face girl I won't miss yo nose
Slide threw get em wet like I turned on a hose
Keep ducking Aflac nigga digging his grave
Hella chains boy I look like a slave
Got racks like Venus I don't care what I paid
Went to sleep counting money I forgot what I made
Could've got a new chain but i copped a new 4 flat
Bank account bussing I could've got 4 scats
No I'm not jerry I ain't chasing no cat
And bitch I ain't no rat
I shoot that bitch till it's smoking and clicking
Two watches on me and ain't neither one ticking
Mike Tyson diamonds them bitches be hitting
Hollow tips hit his stomach his lungs I'm clipping
Can't trip over no hoe
The only way I'd trip over that bitch is that hoe sleeping on my floor
And a hoe can't sleep on my floor
They wanna see me cut up get you touched up for no reason
Yea I keep it on me ain't gotta wonder I ain't Stevie
Heard yo shooter just got wet up he ain't gone make it to next season
And I Heard they want that smoke I got that pressure niggas can't breath in
Yea It's consequences and repercussions for what yo homie do
Yea He was lacking they all came through blasting and popped his homie too
One to the head this clip extended I still got more rounds to shoot
Forgot my clip long like a Shaq shoe this bitch hold bout 32
Smoke him like gelato
Sip lean this ain't Moscato
Pack came from Colorado
Got this all gold on me these hoes call me lil El Dorado
She give me top she swallow
No We can't pop no bottles
Pockets on avocado
Yea I keep it on me ain't gotta wonder I ain't Stevie
Heard yo shooter just got wet up he ain't gone make it to next season
And I Heard they want that smoke I got that pressure niggas can't breathe in
Yea It's consequences and repercussions for what yo homie do
Yea He was lacking they all came through blasting and popped his homie too
One to the head this clip extended I still got more rounds to shoot
Forgot my clip long like a Shaq shoe this bitch hold bout 32
Smoke him like gelato
Sip lean this ain't Moscato
Pack came from Colorado
Got this all gold on me these hoes call me lil El Dorado
She give me top she swallow
No We can't pop no bottles
Pockets on avocado
She like how my d rose I ain't from Illinois
Hundred million wit a bag full toys
Police knocking hellcat make too much noise
Stack them racks up and split it wit my boys
The fragrance of money is stuck on my clothes
Tryna bust on your face girl I won't miss yo nose
Slide threw get em wet like I turned on a hose
Keep ducking Aflac nigga digging his grave
Hella chains boy I look like a slave
Got racks like Venus I don't care what I paid
Went to sleep counting money I forgot what I made
Could've got a new chain but i copped a new 4 flat
Bank account bussing I could've got 4 scats
No I'm not jerry I ain't chasing no cat
And bitch I ain't no rat
I shoot that bitch till it's smoking and clicking
Two watches on me and ain't neither one ticking
Mike Tyson diamonds them bitches be hitting
Hollow tips hit his stomach his lungs I'm clipping
Can't trip over no hoe
The only way I'd trip over that bitch is that hoe sleeping on my floor
And a hoe can't sleep on my floor
They wanna see me cut up get you touched up for no reason
Yea I keep it on me ain't gotta wonder I ain't Stevie
Heard yo shooter just got wet up he ain't gone make it to next season
And I Heard they want that smoke I got that pressure niggas can't breath in
Yea It's consequences and repercussions for what yo homie do
Yea He was lacking they all came through blasting and popped his homie too
One to the head this clip extended I still got more rounds to shoot
Forgot my clip long like a Shaq shoe this bitch hold bout 32
Smoke him like gelato
Sip lean this ain't Moscato
Pack came from Colorado
Got this all gold on me these hoes call me lil El Dorado
She give me top she swallow
No We can't pop no bottles
Pockets on avocado
Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Collins
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.