Bloody Cartier

See the thing about the crown man
Is once you wearing it
You anit hungry no more
Here I go
You start feeling comfortable safe
Satisfied

This is for the trenches and the section eight
Free homies from the feds county and the state
Hundred ps or better on the interstate
Bascotti and the grabba
How I medicate
Catch a op in traffic then we celebrate
Put flowers on your face like a china plate
Been stacking up the crates trying balance weight
Spill blood all on the paper that's tamato paste
We got them tickets cheaper then the going rate
Couple shooters on my roster like golden state
Put holes through your ride your soul will levitate
Put a op on fox five six seven eight
Addicted to these numbers with a dollar sign
These bullets strike like thunder when you play with mine
Trench coat and a tech like columbine
See kay's to your chest like clavin klein
These Halos red your top like madeline
Thus six will make em flip like the number nine
Hundred grand on my neck and wrists
Forever shine
Iced out till my lights out these niggas blind
Money made em switch
Money made em fold
How you call that man your brother
And you went and told
Your mother was his mother
Wore the same clothes
You anit a gunna
You a wanna yes mammin hoes
My haitian chopping heads
Like amber rose
My plug had a plan
When he flew in loads
We keep it meadow with land
When fielding goals
Who knew I was the one
Like derrick rose
I been in all up in my bag
Double with the duffle
This clip will wiz and thunder
Leave a lake and puddle
Put a hole through your chest
Tripping like I'm russell
Have a reverend send my blessing
With a holy shovel
Need my rollie flooded
Different color bezel
Other wrists just to mirror
Fruity loop and pebbles
All my niggas rowdy
And they causing trouble
For rings then we audi
We some slimey devils
I came up from the streets
All we knew was hustle
We been whipping whipping Whipping
Just to see it bubble
We still whipping whipping
Whipping
Just to see it double
All these cats around mouse
I can never trust you
I been getting money
And you see it nigga
These nigga still sleeping
Therapeutic nigga
My pockets to deep
Please believe it nigga
Lift your soul from your feet
Just for reaching nigga
I been saying right
Before gillie nigga
Ima chief smoking eagles
Out the philly nigga
Maniak a beast and a grimlin nigga
Till a bullet hit a cheek
We keep spinning nigga

I been getting money on the low low
I been stacking money on the low low
These bullets get to jumping like a Pogo
Mix the henny with the wokky and the Faygo
I been getting money on the low low
I been stacking money on the low low
These bullets get to jumping like a Pogo
Mix the henny with the wokky and the Faygo



Credits
Writer(s): Antoine Drake
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