Birkin Purse
CEO Trayle
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Ayy want a C4 verse That's gon' cost a Birkin purse Yeah, let's roll (That kid Zello) Ayy, no key ignition I might f*ck on the assistant Get my paper right, nigga That's the point of me existing 'Member back then, probably two years ago No pot to piss in Ten times ten, then go triple Up on them digit's, Ayy Ayy, he's not no gangster Family guy like Peter Griffin They say 4 so ambitious He's totin' Smith and Told her I'ma beat that Pussy just like demolition Big chopper make that boy Sing like New Edition They say I'm narcissistic Baby, let me give you nutrition Really, ain't no need for kissing She say she like C4, he vicious All them doors he kickin' What about all them fours he sippin'? That boy Donly, you know he Pippen I guess that make me Jordan, huh You ain't forget my jersey, did it? Niggas don't think my jersey fittin'? (Oh, what?) they say lil' bro let off A hundred shots, nigga I was there when he did it This year, choppin' off fingers, nigga And I don't need permission I told my bitch she can't Cook for a week, baby, I need the kitchen You get designer right out of boutiques He said the sleeves was missin' I don't know nothin' 'bout that Get my shit out of Lenox Last I heard, said somethin' 'bout 4 Then a nigga went missin' He was pickin' sides and we just Thought he couldn't keep switchin' When I get mad My bitch always try play victim Fendi on my tags We do some expensive spending Bitch ain't suckin' dick, she gon' go That boy spittin' F*ck you here if you ain't fuckin'? All this cash I'm spendin' They say one bitch get out Then three bitches get in it Ayy, a nigga get popped, a baby born The world keep on spinnin' Nigga, we ridin' in strikers You should know this car ain't rented Ayy, you better not get behind me I might high-speed your lieutenant Ayy, the last bitch, she left me Said I could not make commitment Ayy, she said I could have whatever I want She just was not specific Leave no witnesses, up and I start blickin' My brothers all with me from the ground up Poverty stricken ayy, my brother my brother You know that I love you 4L All of this shit we did You know you could always call on Trayle You catch a case and I'm gon' start on bail We been had the wave, these Niggas finally caught on, Yeah Ayy, independent I ain't even fuckin' sign no deal Used to be in the traphouse all Day smokin' and sellin' kill Ayy, ain't it crazy? Look at Where I came from Once you get them red beams on him He know he can't run Niggas know I just barely started Now I ain't done nigga, I'm rich But still itch to take somethin' Niggas know we still blickin' Come bake somethin' If they let Phil off that ban He on a cape run ayy, standin' outside with A hundred choppers That's a hundred shooters That's a hundred shottas We finesse finessers, nigga We rob the robbers Thirty got me higher than a plane, a blimp A helicopter called a bitch from New York She talk hella proper I'm the devil with a pitchfork and a chopper Ayy, you in trouble, I was piss poor Now I'm proper Niggas actin' like a motherfucker Need an Oscar want a C4 verse That's gon' cost a Birkin purse Nigga, we don't shoot back We always shootin' first Pull off, they like, "Who That?" Move wrong, You'll get a hearse I was smokin' Ricky Bobby, nigga You was smokin' dirt
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