Limousine ft. Jinzu & davidkilledit Lyrics

Your girl give me top in the back of the limousine

We gon' smoke that pack, yeah, that gas, we smoke hella green

That boy don't want static, we got guns for the enemies

Dripped out in designer, oh my god, bitch, I'm hella clean

Look at me do my dance, woah

Look at me count these bands, woah

Look at me take your bitch to Japan and to France, hoe

Look at me grip that heater, I'm too hot, I like a candle

Look at me grip that chopper, oh my god, just like Rambo

Yeah, he don't wanna smoke with gang, he don't wanna smoke at all

We pull up straight to his face, he cannot talk at all

He just froze like a pussy, he don't walk that talk

He can never um step to me, yeah, he hella small

Okay, look at me now

Yeah, look at my brand new AP, look at my style

Yeah, look at my brand new bitch from out of town

Ain't fuck with me way back then, but look at me now

Ain't fuck with me way back then, but now I'm up

Yeah, I'ma just block your number, give no fucks, uh

I'ma just sit back and relax, like, pour me up

Yeah, I'ma just make this music, turn me up, uh

Your girl give me top in the back of the limousine

We gon' smoke that pack, yeah, that gas, we smoke hella green

That boy don't want static, we got guns for the enemies

Dripped out in designer, oh my god, bitch, I'm hella clean

Look at me do my dance, woah, look at me count these bands, woah

Look at me take your bitch to Japan and to France, hoe

Look at me grip that heater, I'm too hot, I like a candle

Look at me grip that chopper, oh my god, just say Rambo

Bitch I ran up a stack

I got nines inna back

And a k on my lap

Come with heat, we don't skrap

Ain't the same, Issa gap

Ima roll 'em inna pack

Make that Nigga run a lap

I got a choppa with 2 semi autos, you pussy niggas make me sick

I was outside tryna lay down the pain, Ima put it on u with da blick

Yankin the wheel inna big body, I'm boutta drop a body like I'm wick

I got ya bitch too addicted, she on me like Becky fiendin for some nic

We gon slide on 'em

We gon ride on 'em

Put dat fye on 'em

In love with da money

Ya bitch gettin slutty

Give her D sunny

Nigga ain't that funny

Your girl give me top in the back of the limousine

We gon' smoke that pack, yeah, that gas, we smoke hella green

That boy doin' static, we got guns for the enemies

Dripped out in designer, oh my God, bitch, I'm hella clean

Look at me do my dance, woah

Look at me count these bands, woah

Look at me take your bitch to Japan and to France, woah

Look at me grip that heater, I'm too hot like a candle

Look at me grip that chopper, oh my God, just say Rambo