PART OF ME

Lyrics

[Refrain] Yo, Cartier came with a tint Pain behind the lenses And how the fuck you gonna live? If you ain't got no bands and that lil' Glock gotta kick (EVRGRN with the heat, yeah) He ain't gon' need no— (Yosh made the track) Used to imagine, but now I be livin' it [Chorus] My niggas dead, they took a part of me Know that the opps feel like they won the lottery Claimin' they hitta, and you ain't even part of it Cro' caught a body, because of a promise I gotta problem, you know I'ma solve it What I'ma do wit' all this profit? In my Birkins or Amiri pocket Fuck up the stash, on my hip where the Glock at [Verse 1] I'm from the hood, it's so toxic You a pussy if you stop it Wire tap don't, wonder why you never catch me on it With this trap phone, I can make about a hunnid' thousand I just go back to the bando, abandoned Step on a brick and wrap it in plastic I'm kinda mad that you up in a casket This shit gon' come with you being a savage Then she know I ain't no average I'm makin' more money than her daddy Sixty cents on a Rolex, and it got baguetties Yo, stretchin' the clip it's extended I think I'll win an election I don't look like what I've been through, but I really came from the trenches And we got the stick, bamboo I want the money, it come with the fame She fill up her attitude, you better get the fuck outta my face My life like zoom, zoom Everyday feel like a holiday [Chorus] My niggas dead, they took a part of me Know that the opps feel like they won the lottery Claimin' they hitta, but you ain't even part of it Cro caught a body, because of a promise I gotta problem, you know I'ma solve it What I'ma do wit' all this profit? In my Birkins or Amiri pocket Fuck up the stash, on my hip where the Glock at My niggas dead, they took a part of me Know that the opps feel like they won the lottery Claimin' they hitta, but you ain't even part of it Cro caught a body, because of a promise I gotta problem, you know i'ma solve it What i'ma do wit' all this profit? In my Birkins or Amiri pocket Fuck up the stash, on my hip where the Glock at [Verse 2] Fuck up the stash, on my hip where the Glock at Fit in my pocket, you know it's compact Don't gotta ask me, lil' nigga I'm on it I do not want it if it's not exotic I'm gettin' money for being melodic That nigga flexin' like niggas won't rob him He told the opps, and they had to vanish Extendo, extendo, it's straight up pilates To gettin' it in to popular pockets When bitches do drills they poppin' the molly I lied, seven two five but I'm twenty But I still got to kill, so I'm lettin' her know Still got the drip from my head to my toe They lovin' the way that I put that shit on I got the bands, I don't need me a loan Ain't talkin' racks, better leave me alone [Refrain] Yo, Cartier came wit' a tint Pain behind the lenses And how the fuck you gonna live? If you ain't got no bands and that lil' Glock gotta kick He ain't gon' need no— Used to imagine it, now I be livin' it [Outro] My niggas dead, they took a part of me Know that the opps feel like they won the lottery I gotta problem, you know i'ma solve it What I'ma do wit' all this profit? (EVRGRN with the heat, yeah) (Yosh made the track)