CC ft. keygen Lyrics

She love CC Chanel, I love CC on belts

Got drip that ain't on shelves , Cards blank they ring like bells

These holders cry like girls, My bro all black like mail

My bro got trapped in jail, Got drip got sauce that's mayo

Got cars and cars that's standard, Got scars and scars I'm branded

Free my hitters and free the mandem, We want outlive this madness

We some heartless fucking scammers, skrill and monzo all that matters

Jordan 4s up in the landing, She dressed up, watch my manners

Don't bitch I ain't got no manners, Ain't no pussy I know that your man is

She love CC Chanel, I love CC on belts, Got drip that ain't on shelves

Cards blank they ring like bells, These holders cry like girls

Got kush that's in my mail, I smoke it till it fades

Then I step off FPK, I'm on my way, My flow comes oh so wavy

Now they tryna ride my wave, And I don't even know em

But they always know my face, And I don't smoke with pussies

Nah I don't smoke with lames, And when I'm in the studio

I'm cooking up with flames, Yeah I'm cooking up with flames