Wall Street Cars

Lyrics

[Verse] That bitch talkin' 'bout how she miss me I don't try to fit in 'cause it don't fit me Keep a glick on me case it get swifty Price dropped down, nigga, get with me Glock hit a nigga Vlone I'll take a trip, get the P's gone These niggas move like deadass peons Drive with my knees while I'm drinkin' on Henny Drinkin' and drivin', not givin' a fuck All the way from the G, I'll tie a bitch up All I had was a Whopper, I'm hungry as fuck We ain't' gettin' no telly, we'll sleep in the V They kicked the trap, I'ma trap out the V Bitch got dressed up just to get in the V All type of narcotics in the V Don't play with this, bitch, we playin' for keeps Stick to the script, stay away from niggas This Glock horseplay with niggas Real life savage like Fredo, nigga Feed a bitch fried potato, nigga Real Drugrixh, fuck them niggas RXK, fuck them niggas Back out the hawk, cut a nigga Stab a nigga, hawk a nigga Don't talk to me 'less you buyin' somethin' They get in they feelings and lyin' on me I told you before, you could die over pride All type of shit when you look in my eyes Auntie start cleanin' every time she get high Two time felon, I ride with the nine Slap the fuck out a bitch 'bout mine This is not a date or wine and dine Shoot the bitch up, I ain't got no time Don't talk to me, bitch, 'bout irrelevant shit Walk in that bitch with eleven of 'em How many dubs you want? I got seven of 'em All type of white on me, I am not prejudiced Auntie like "Neph, is you runnin' for president?" Fuck from 'round here, we ain't got no ketamine Up your price, then we deadin' 'em I'm in the booth, stop textin' my phone Ain't drinkin' Corona, some shit make me piss I will UFC a brick Auntie in the backyard gettin' lit Bought her some chicken, she ate on dick More rings on one hand than Slick Rick Look like Eric B in that classic pic Look like Flava Flav fuckin' on hoops Ugly nigga with a bad bitch like Hoops Good with the Glock, I don't know how to hoop Glock look like Shaq out the roof Look like Shaq when I'm breakin' the glass Put the blunt down, beat your ass These niggas move like [?] These niggas' trap look like a precinct Bitch, my bags is bigger than decent Glock hit a opp knee, knock out the creases I'm the new Cam'ron, I really mean it Money rag, green beam, know they seen it Show a bitch the definition of demon I'ma go to hell with gasoline drawers Bitch tryna gas like she like my song This shit'll get crafty like Saw Jump out my sleep, I'm breaking the law Disrespectful since I learned how to crawl