Cartier Frames

(Ay)
(Shh)
(Aight)
(Ay)
Swear to God, hoe, that pussy whatever
Cartier frames, Gucci lace on the sweater
Drugs in my nose, momma told me this ain't the way
Prayed to God to get 'em gone and he made a way
Grind twentyfour, eight like Kobe bean
Off the purp, off the green, you know we lean
Slick scam get your mans, you know we scheme
Really shiesty in the scene, nigga, what you mean

Bop-bop bleeding all season
I been trippin' on heem for no reason, nigga
Opp Glock bink a nigga who think he Muhammad Ali and shit
Bet Mayweather couldn't dodge this K, on me
I got one, two, three, four, five, six of them gang niggas
Niggas know we strapped up in the club like some gay bitches Murder time, murder talk, yea, she heard the type of slang, we here
Gang in here, they the type to really hang your mans

(I do different things when I feel like it)
(Package in the Bay still gettin' hyphy)
(Bae from the Bay still don't like me)
('Cos I pull up wit' the chrome beside Chrome Heart, Nike)

(Ay)
Swear to God, hoe, that pussy whatever
Cartier frames, Gucci lace on the sweater
Drugs in my nose, momma told me this ain't the way
Prayed to God to get 'em gone and he made a way
Grind twentyfour, eight like Kobe bean
Off the purp, off the green, you know we lean
Slick scam got your mans, you know we scheme
Really shiesty in the scene, nigga, what you mean

Hoe that pussy whatever (pussy whatever)
Gucci lace on the sweater (Gucci lace on the sweater)
This ain't the way
(This ain't the way)
He made a way
(He made a way)
Hoe that pussy whatever (pussy whatever)
Gucci lace on the sweater (Gucci lace on the sweater)
Drugs in my nose, momma told me this ain't the (ah)
Drugs in my nose, momma told me this ain't the way