Droptop Sedan
(Yeah, cash yeah)
Whole lot of cash in this fuckin' bag, yeah
Whole lot of mags, bitch its fuckin' mags, yeah
Fool 'round in that Track, bitch I fuckin' crash, yeah
Fool 'round in that Track with expired tags, yeah
Pull up in all black, bitch a black mask
Four niggas, one whip, drop-top sedan
Pull triggers, dump clips at your fuckin' mans
Just like Prompto, dump clips at your damn expense
I need it pronto, we get that shit any way we can
Bitch I ball like Lonzo, ice froze, wrist cold, I don't know
Bitch I'm feeling like King Arthur, copped it out the stone
My left wrist Excalibur, right wrist cause a massacre
Bitch I'm not from planet Earth, I came here from Andromeda
75k in my pockets bitch, standard
Walk in dead, toting guns like a Panzer
Bitch I walk among the dead, I don't need no meds
Glove box hold the tec, I don't need no vest
Bitch I'm aiming for the head bitch, I'ma leave 'em dead
Swear you'll never see the day
Long live the dead
Way too many fallen men, standing on their head
As I'm walking through the shadow of the valley of the dead
They done hung me in the gallows, chains around my neck
They said look me in my eyes and bitch they laughed as I bled
(Yuh, ho)
Whole lot of cash in this fuckin' bag, yeah
Whole lot of mags, bitch its fuckin' mags, yeah
Fool 'round in that Track, bitch I fuckin' crash, yeah
Fool 'round in that Track with expired tags, yeah
Pull up in all black, bitch, black mask
Four niggas, one whip, drop-top sedan
Pull triggers, dump clips at your fuckin' mans
Whole lot of cash in this fuckin' bag, yeah
Whole lot of mags, bitch its fuckin' mags, yeah
Fool 'round in that Track, bitch I fuckin' crash, yeah
Fool 'round in that Track with expired tags, yeah
Pull up in all black, bitch a black mask
Four niggas, one whip, drop-top sedan
Pull triggers, dump clips at your fuckin' mans
Just like Prompto, dump clips at your damn expense
I need it pronto, we get that shit any way we can
Bitch I ball like Lonzo, ice froze, wrist cold, I don't know
Bitch I'm feeling like King Arthur, copped it out the stone
My left wrist Excalibur, right wrist cause a massacre
Bitch I'm not from planet Earth, I came here from Andromeda
75k in my pockets bitch, standard
Walk in dead, toting guns like a Panzer
Bitch I walk among the dead, I don't need no meds
Glove box hold the tec, I don't need no vest
Bitch I'm aiming for the head bitch, I'ma leave 'em dead
Swear you'll never see the day
Long live the dead
Way too many fallen men, standing on their head
As I'm walking through the shadow of the valley of the dead
They done hung me in the gallows, chains around my neck
They said look me in my eyes and bitch they laughed as I bled
(Yuh, ho)
Whole lot of cash in this fuckin' bag, yeah
Whole lot of mags, bitch its fuckin' mags, yeah
Fool 'round in that Track, bitch I fuckin' crash, yeah
Fool 'round in that Track with expired tags, yeah
Pull up in all black, bitch, black mask
Four niggas, one whip, drop-top sedan
Pull triggers, dump clips at your fuckin' mans
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