𝙃𝙤𝙤𝙠

Man I feel like I’m standing on top of a mountain

Diamonds so wet man they feel like a fountain

Fingers so numb and it’s from all the countin

“You in the trap” but you flipping the ounces

G-17 let’s not argue about it

Aquaman coupe Cus this bitch got a trident

Drip fly man I feel like a pilot

Cup full of that red dead

These niggas copy they ain’t givin cred

Gotta keep chrome cause they want my head

Gotta kilo for them crackheads

My backpack full of fucking lead

You look wrong and you fuckin dead

He act tough but he own a tread

Got the packs in man shoutout Greg

𝙑𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚

Man I’m lookin at her and I’m feeling disgusted

Went off her page man I thought I could trust it

I don’t fuck with catfish I thought we discussed this

I’m mixing the wock with the sprite ain’t no tussin

Ain’t no Tay Money I’ll get straight to bussin

All of these hoes man I feel like I’m Ruffin

Just like Ken Carson I gotta stay clutching

(𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗮) (𝗵𝗮, 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸)

Take off in that AMG

These Cartiers 1080p

This Glock on me got boobies

We’ll shoot you like a movie

We’ll smoke you like a dewbie

Stop rappin boy you dookie

(𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗵) (𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗻, 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗻)

Can’t feed him

He a crip but I’m still gon bleed em

He a snake I swear I can read him

He my son lil bro gotta teach em

My bro locked up need freedom

My dog a killa can’t greet em

(𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗵) (𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗻, 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗻)

𝙊𝙪𝙩𝙧𝙤/𝙃𝙤𝙤𝙠

Man I feel like I’m standing on top of a mountain

Diamonds so wet man they feel like a fountain

Fingers so numb and it’s from all the countin

“You in the trap” but you flipping the ounces

G-17 let’s not argue about it

Aquaman coupe Cus this bitch got a trident

Drip fly man I feel like a pilot

Cup full of that red dead

These niggas copy they ain’t givin cred

Gotta keep chrome cause they want my head

Gotta kilo for them crackheads

My backpack full of fucking lead

You look wrong and you fuckin dead

He act tough but he own a tread

Got the packs in man shoutout Greg