Imported

Lyrics

[Verse] You not gon' find a flaw in my diamonds (My nigga Lee, I think we got another one) He still bumpin' "Legendary," say it's timeless Where the time went? Told a bitch I love her on some high shit We just sittin' here, starin' at each other on some dry shit You sayin' I ain't rich? Well, look at my wrist This a new watch, this a new Glock I swear to God I'm goin' out like Tupac Just cut a nigga drank with the wook Wock' I got too much money for a safe and a shoe box, I got real numbers I had the bitch leakin' I'm a real plumber You do some shit today, you gettin' killed Sunday He don't die on God's day, thеn they gon' spin Monday They gon' spin Tuesday, thеy gon' spin Wednesday They gon' keep fuckin' spinnin' 'til they get dizzy He got a hundred rounds on that bitch, he wanna get busy He ask me what I want for a show, I told him six fifty 'Cause I don't fuck with them, nigga, come up with it Shoot him in his hand and make a nigga roll the blunt with it Shoot him in his head, I know he dead 'cause he got stiff All I got is Quay', Wock' and Act', I don't got Tris I got some old drank, the bitch toe stank Nigga got on moissanite, so his clothes fake I fuck around and cleared out the whole bank like a robbery Ain't a nigga on this Earth can say he shot at me I bet everybody get quiet when the chopper speak You ate the bitch pussy, we went out to eat He was bleedin' from the pussy when they killed him, he got shot in heat I got a hundred songs I'm about to leak Fuck the Flint Township Police and RIP Dominique, that was BoBo brother I got an eighty-thousand dollar watch, I did promo for it She always come back, that's my yo-yo woman Why the fuck you got a gun and won't blow your button? Why the fuck do everybody think I owe them somethin'? I was just in your backseat and you didn't throw me nothin' You wonder how Yachty gave the police somethin' My nigga tried to pull off, then the police slumped him When it's gaffle on the floor, you get smoked in public I just seen a rattlesnake, I don't wanna touch it My nigga took the rattle off and put it in his stomach Put a gun to his head and make him drink bleach How 'bout I went to LA for a weekend, I didn't see a beach I was scram scrapin', I was gaffle bakin' That nigga sweeter than a cake, we gon' have to bake him I ain't the only one you fuck, you better not ask for nathan Oh, you got the wrong number if you ain't ask for Nathan I wanna livestream and drink a pint of Act' with Adin My lil' bitch went to Ross, she just graduated Richest nigga out the fam, somebody had to make it I got twelve racks on me, trying to grab some Quagen But before I buy the pints, I'ma have to taste them, let me pour a deuce You better cuff the bitch if she ever went to court with you She ain't miss a court date or a phone call? If she did miss it, make that bitch climb a long wall If I don't know nothin' else, boy, I'm gon' ball And if I don't know shit after that, I won't fall, that's all I know I only want some Cookie, bro, that's all I smoke, real 41 Just in case I get a bond, I went to court with money My nigga got a lil' blazer, I bought the Portland from him Damn, I mean I bought the blazer from him, he was in Portland If you ever seen me talkin' to a Mexican, it was important You'll never get this shirt, this bitch was imported