We put that boy in a casket
Chrome Hearts jacket
My niggas 'bout all the action
Ain't no flagging
If you want smoke, then match it
Shit getting tragic
(Dakota, where are you?)
We put that boy in a casket
Chrome Hearts jacket
My niggas 'bout all the action
Ain't no flagging
If you want smoke, then match it
Shit getting tragic
Hop on the beat, then run it
I need a hun' or sum'
I get a drop, we gun it
I get it hot, like Gunna
I took your hoe, that's a bummer
Diamonds Barack, like Obama (yeah)
Just got off the plane from L.A. (yeah)
Twin told me that this shit now or never (yeah)
I bring your hoe to the telly, then I forget her (yeah)
I gotta put my hoe in Gucci and Margiela (yeah)
Too much Wock' in my system
I'm finna fuck 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
Said I won't do it, I did it
Told her I love her, but I was just kidding
Your money tall as a mo'fuckin' 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 fucking his hoe, but they not even really a couple
We put that boy in a casket
Chrome Hearts jacket
My niggas 'bout all the action
Ain't no flagging
If you want smoke, then match it
Shit getting tragic
My diamonds really be flashing
Your shit plastic