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• Artiste: Lil Gotit
• Titre: Cartier Glass
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Back in traffic right now (Ayy, CakeBoy) Shouts out my broski (CakeBoy Bally) Dreads, braid to the back Cartiers on me, clear as glass Racks on me, keep drip on my ass Glock rotation, ready to warm anything Rock a lot of ice 'til it freeze up the drain Sendin' out bags, put a patty on a plane Say I'm out in Beijing, yeah, them folks insane Young and rich, can't slander our name I done seen broke hoes, hatin' hoes and messy hoes Won't pull up with bro if he don't match my b-roll Break the internet, it's time to go up on these lil' hoes My mindset been a check, it's up and it's stuck on the chicken wing hoes A ho can run her mouth But she damn sure ain't runnin' this I don't want that clout Get that shit and step on that Watch me fuck her mouth Pass her right off to the bruh that's next (Shifted) Fronted on so much money They fucked around and got lost in the check I'm-I'ma air it up with a monkey and a TEC Your crew doot-doot-dooted up Everybody ass gon' remember that shit Nah, I ain't change for shit But I do got a Cartier wrist and bitch Big dawg ain't real Hood Baby? You trippin' And I'm eatin' meals, not Kibbles & Bits Dreads, braid to the back Cartiers on me, clear as glass Racks on me, keep drip on my ass Glock rotation, ready to warm anything Rock a lot of ice 'til it freeze up the drain Sendin' out bags, put a patty on a plane Say I'm out in Beijing, yeah, them folks insane Young and rich, can't slander our name I done seen broke hoes, hatin' hoes and messy hoes Won't pull up with bro if he don't match my b-roll Break the internet, it's time to go up on these lil' hoes My mindset been a check, it's up and it's stuck on the chicken wing hoes You call cops, I shoot opps Get a mil' and sign the block Fuck your thots, I'm gettin' guap And I pipe it, on my life I'm still dodgin' crazy hoes They know I caller ID my line (Let's go) If they talkin' 'bout a mothafuckin' bag (Racks) I might as well, they ain't gon' rely (Let's do it) Broke, went to sleep with nothin' (Yeah) Woke up, Saint Laurent (That's crazy) With Ola, smokin' Runtz (Ola) Bitches love YSL and Runtz Old head burnt and still a street punk White boy with me, I ain't talkin' 'bout junkies Wanna get money? Nigga, come join me Hood Baby lifestyle, nigga, we up Dreads, braid to the back Cartiers on me, clear as glass Racks on me, keep drip on my ass Glock rotation, ready to warm anything Rock a lot of ice 'til it freeze up the drain Sendin' out bags, put a patty on a plane Say I'm out in Beijing, yeah, them folks insane Young and rich, can't slander our name I done seen broke hoes, hatin' hoes and messy hoes Won't pull up with bro if he don't match my b-roll Break the internet, it's time to go up on these lil' hoes My mindset been a check, it's up and it's stuck on the chicken wing hoes