Adrinilin

Feel like pop smoke in these Dior's, See a million cash I'm like one day this can be yours
Murder for hire when it rains it pours From the trenches to the stars they know we them Boys the plug
Put me on and I shot right past niggas My bag bigger baby I ain't shit like your last nigga
My car European with the paper tag on it Bought the bitch a Audemar so she can brag On it

In my yellow bone, I flood her with VV's My belt got to match the shoes they both Louis V'
I'm a big fish in the city they like who is he? Fifteen Hundred just on dinner bitch we had A feast
When they shot at my lil' brother they woke up a beast exotic gas stupid high, but it's the Quality
And it's still fuck all you fuck niggas that doubted me three hundred and fifty-seven slug Nose tore up his arteries

Once the blood shed, ain't exceptin' no apologies took the drug money, invested in Property
Blood sweat, and tears, god my witness, I come from the bottom Told my family, don't Worry, it's okay, I got em
Chop the head off every snake, cause they full of envy I ride around with two, three Drakes in the back of the Bentley
With me or against me, I'm thuggin' in my Balenciaga Livin life on the edge this gangsta Shit get risky

Somethin' like a serial killer nigga check my history More paper than the opps they gone Die broke in misery
Every opp we drop nigga that shit boost my adrenaline
Got to be careful what I say cause they be listenin' Put the rhyme on the hook and watch Me wheel em in
Like Chucky every murder I do a evil grin