McQueen Lyrics

I walk with a limp on me

'Cause these brand new McQueen's coming straight out the box

I'm keeping a stick on me

'Cause a nigga expensive right down to the socks

Nigga get blicked we ain't fucking with opps

Can't simp for no hoe only here for the top

Said we came with that pressure we steppin' on all of y'all

The SRT fast how we spin on yo block

I said I'm the shit lil bitch

Big ass stones on my fist, big ass stones on my wrist

These niggas hating it don't even make sense

'Cause I stay by myself I ain't need no bitch

I just need my cash, I jus need my chick

All these blue strips got em thinking I'm a Crip

I just hit a couple licks and that shit came real easy to me

I Prada my fashion so pardon my drip

I'm fucking up my liver, got all this Codeine in my system

Watch me step out in designer, rock Amiri the denim

No true religion how they telling lies, them niggas they sinning

This money coming in you can't stop me from grinning

I just want the top I don't want her

Ain't no love in my heart cannot trust her

Kick her to the streets had to dust her

If I want it I buy it

I say what I mean and you know I live by it

You don't understand so let me clarify it

You niggas is pussies so much you don't get it so you had to buy it

But that couldn't be me

Yo girl said she want me she give it for free

I'm who y'all niggas be trying to be

20k leagues I be deep up in it, she drowning she wet like the sea

I be cool as a breeze

Fake shit going round these niggas disease

Dropped out of college ain't get no degree

Family I don't talk to stay hating on me

I see the jealous in they eyes

And I hear they talk but they telling lies

They don't give a fuck said it's likewise

Got Chanel wit the Cs they on both sides

Yeah this shit forever, and it's long live the guys

I walk with a limp on me

'Cause these brand new McQueen's coming straight out the box

I'm keeping a stick on me

'Cause a nigga expensive right down to the socks

Nigga get blicked we ain't fucking with opps

Can't simp for no hoe only here for the top

Said we came with that pressure we steppin' on all of y'all

The SRT fast how we spin on yo block

I said that Scat going real fast

Don't wear no fake shit these is real tags

Only here for the night so don't feel bad

Thought she was the one now she real mad

He talking tough aim it at his brain

Yo shit is fake you can't swim with yo chain

Diamonds on me they shine when I'm up in the rain

Don't compare me to you 'cause no we ain't the same

Two door coupe whip it straight off the lot no mileage

I be iced out no stylist

Nigga come try it

Draco's and sticks with big drums, red tips knocking off your whole eyelids

And I know they don't like me it don't even matter no problem

'Cause imma keep going no problem

No I cannot stop, they don't wanna see me at the top of the game they'd rather the bottom

And that's why they hating on me for no reason but I keep it focused I ball every season

Whether it's fall, or the summer, or winter, or spring

I get me the money like it ain't a thing, like fuck do you mean

Going hard for my boys going hard for my team

Remember they passed up on me now I'm rocking Supreme

Or maybe Céline, house on top of the hills that's the number one dream

And I know I'm gon' get it

Numbers going up I'm litty

I know they don't like they livid

When I'm rollin' through the city

Five percent windows tinted, can't nobody see up in it

Late night we creep

Nigga get geeked

Watch the way you speak 'cause you gon' sow what you reap

His soul gon' get reaped

Upping on niggas it's smoke, sending shots out that G-23, yeah

(Upping on niggas it's smoke, sending shots out that G-23, yeah)