Heist Skit

Lyrics

[Verse: Madhattan] 'Sup? Uh-huh All that Gucci on your body Don't make you a G Y'all make believe All my boys gon' make you believe Came from dirty apartments Now we makin' it clean Told my bitch she a dub Now she makin' a scene Another quake but then she love me again You get the picture like the Palmers You can study the lens I was made for Balenci's, but I'm comfy in Timbs Shit, I'm drunk parkin' the M-Sport That shit got me scuffin' the rims Wasn't made to be wife'd up I'm fucking her friends Or getting top on a highway A buck in a Benz I got made off of crack fiends Stuffin' they stems Relationship with the streets You get cuffed in the end Raisin' arms like my daughter Have you duckin' the limbs It's still twenty in the Nike box And ten in the Timbs This is real Cops and Robbers Y'all fucking pretend This shit dope Fans only fuck with a ten Real shit