cartier lens Lyrics

And yeah I seen his body drop, ayy, straight through them lens

Yeah I hop up out the truck gunning, shooting with both hands

Yeah this nigga think he counting money, until I pull up with them bands

I don't got no time for talking nigga, lets go band for band

Yeah we pull up with them drums and now we looking like a band

If I pull up with them packs, then Im going to need that cash In hand

If he talking all that shit, he better catch me when I land

'Cause Im pulling up with chops out and bussing at your mans

Ayy, stole his bitch and now Im fucking on her too

Ayy, you know Im counting green and pink and counting up some blues

Said he heard I fucked his bitch and now he asking "Is It true?"

Let me lil bro hold the pipe and now he bringing It to school

Ayy, ayy, sipping bloody Mary, yeah my cup so red

Ayy, leaning off this cup, It got me thinking that Im dead

Ayy, posted up with Cetty, know we counting up some dead's

If a nigga come around tripping, I'm going to fill him with some lead

And yeah I seen his body drop, ayy, straight through them lens

Yeah I hop up out the truck gunning, shooting with both hands

Yeah this nigga think he counting money, until I pull up with them bands

I don't got no time for talking nigga, let's go band for band

Ayy, ayy, she done popped an X, this bitch she going crazy

Ayy, she want me to change her life, this ho just want my baby

Ayy, you know we loaded up, we got some chops just like the Navy

I don't need these lil bitches, yeah the drugs Is what's going to save me

Ayy, got my double cup and now a nigga feeling lazy

Yeah Im popping tags, you not going to find me In no Macy's

She asked If we going to kick It, told that ho that, thats a maybe

And lately I been getting loaded, calling me the plug

Ayy, ayy, yeah she looking good, I'm leaving with her friend

Ayy, yeah this is a Bentley truck, I didn't slide In no Ram

Ayy, none my niggas fake, If you my nigga we gonna stand

Ayy, and yeah I seen his body drop through these Cartier lens

And yeah I seen his body drop, ayy, straight through them lens

Yeah I hop up out the truck gunning, shooting with both hands

Yeah this nigga think he counting money, until I pull up with them bands

I don't got no time for talking nigga, let's go band for band