Mobsters

100k for the plain Jane, different mechanism

Louis shades, 675, I got better vision

Bought a Competition, what I'd rather, chauffeur driven

My nigga rang me for the scorps, told him, "Hold a minute"

Gold tips, but I like my bitch up in white ones

Dark world, sitting in the trap 'til the light's done

All real, made a quarter mill', took me five months

Lost it all, made it all again, didn't cry once

Plug talk, these are Colgates, not just Air 1's

Trap boy, walk into the T, five pairs up

Bare tops, got a few bottoms, but there's bare tops

Opp block, got about five, that's our first stop

I need better wealth (wealth), gave them hot shells

Now, it's soft shell, yellowtail, yacht, sipping 42

Copped the glizzy and a 42

Then, we got the K, that's a naughty move

We're just moving heavy weight, sell it straight

Fill the trolley, but I seen my nigga do the pellet way

Grip the shotty, you ain't tried to do the manor pellet way

Better going MIA, you ain't getting NFA

Compact cost me 5k, but it's featherweight

Spa day, in the steam room, need to meditate

Narcos, doing dope deals in a hot tub (hello?)

Bought her two heels, she was hot stuff

Sea view, eating seafood, bit of lobster

Red wine, eating spag' bol' with the mobsters

Hotel, talking to the link 'bout wholesale

Lost it all, made it all again, I'm like, "Oh, well"

Likkle bro just land road, now he's straight again

"Welcome back, here's a care pack," gave him eight of them

Culinary skills, he's a fool with the catering

President, I'm just tryna make the trap great again

I see them tryna see what's in my hand, boy

It's a BQ, niggas thought it was an Android

Niggas tried scheme on the G's, but their plans void

One call, that's a car full, full of hand toys

Name another rap nigga had 'em landing

Switch on the lamp, what's the stamp? Check the branding

She looking at the tee, thought it's Louis, but it's Lanvin

I pulled up listening to ragga man, I'm random

Jugging at a high level, I can make the white treble

Kettle on my wrist fully rose, this ain't bimetal (this ain't bimetal)

Last six months, copped like five bezels

Told your bitch, "Pattern with the G's, why settle?"

100k for the plain Jane, different mechanism

Louis shades, 675, I got better vision

Bought a Competition, what I'd rather, chauffeur driven

My nigga rang me for the scorps, told him, "Hold a minute"

Gold tips, but I like my bitch up in white ones

Dark world, sitting in the trap 'til the light's done

All real, made a quarter mill', took me five months

Lost it all, made it all again, didn't cry once