歌词
[Intro]
We put that boy in a casket
Chrome Hearts jacket
My niggas 'bout all that action
Ain't no flagging
If you want smoke, then match it
Shit getting tragic
(Dakota, where are you?)
[Chorus]
We put that boy in a casket
Chrome Hearts jacket
My niggas 'bout all that action
Ain't no flagging
If you want smoke, then match it
Shit getting tragic
[Verse]
Hop on a beat, demonic
I need a hug or sum'
I get a drop, we gun it
I get it hot, like Gunna
I took your ho to Bahamas
Diamonds Barack, like Obama
Just got off the plane from LA (Yeah)
2 told me that this shit now or never (Yeah)
I bring your ho to the [?] then I forget her
I gotta put my ho' in Gucci and Margiela (Yeah)
Too much Wock' in my system
I'm finna **** up my liver
I'm finna hop in the sprinter (Van)
You don't got money, I get it (Damn)
If you not rich, you won't get it (Damn)
I'm in the game and you sitting (Down)
I made a mill while I'm shitting (Damn)
They don't wanna do it, I did it
Told her I love her, but I was just kidding
Your money tall as a muh****ing midget
My money tall like Mutombo
These niggas all in my business, they been listening with their ears like Dumbo
He tryna run with the sauce, damn, I made his bitch ass fumble
Whole bunch of niggas inside of the party, it's lookin' like a Royal Rumble
That nigga mad, 'cause I'm ****ing his ho, but they not even really a couple
[Chorus]
We put that boy in a casket
Chrome Hearts jacket
My niggas 'bout all that action
Ain't no flagging
If you want smoke, then match it
Shit getting tragic
[Outro]
My diamonds really be flashing
Your shit [?]
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