Rim Protectors ft. Yeahhvictor Lyrics

From the four but I'm with five, what up

Aye, FGN

I'm rockin' Burberry fashion go earn a stripe and stop the purpin' on the internet

Before it snowed, the junkie called,l for white he asking is it winter yet

Another opp dead, we gotta throw a party like it's Winterfest

This shit unfair advice, you probably should go out and get a vest

I ain't know lie I fell off with my man's a fell into my bag

I ain't sad, from two different blocks, both tryna get some shit we never had

Kinda funny, after she rode the dick, I sent her on a cab

Not clocking in right back the phone chirping bows up in the bag

Short and acting tough, lil' boy, you Microsoft aint talkin' X-Box

Runnin' that mouth too much, I'm swingin' with the right, he got a neck knot

We movin' with a bopper, ain't 2k, but Skino got the next spot

They sippin Robitussin' Z, just scored another pint of straight drop

I might just pour it in a Coca-Cola

Be on DND want to speak bout crime then hit my Motorola

Need a Moncler bubble December in the mittin, feel like North Dakota

Paul Walker time to wreck the Honda, I told twin, let's take that blue Toyota

Shh fed as hell I'm gettin' too specific

Don't condone the snitching and I ain't pushing P, I'm kickin' pimping

I know a bitch who set the play for free, I'm messing with a lick

Tryna take a Blick up off a ham this glocky, 22 like Andrew wiggins

And you gon' die comin' too close, Vic Tote a FN

Hide work up in the fender, feds come lookin', don't know where it went

Talkin' bout she aint suckin' dick, you in the blender, hoe you got me bent

Aint even touch a 20, say you spinning blocks, but you ain't never spent

I'm rockin' Burbbery fashion, go earn a stripe and stop the purpin' on the internet

Before it snowed the junkie called for white he asking is it winter yet

Another opp dead, we gotta throw a party like it's Winterfest

This shit unfair advice, you probably should go out and get a vest

I aint gon' lie I fell off with my man's a fell into my bag

I ain't sad from two different blocks, bothtryna get some shit we never had

Kinda funny, after she rode the dick, I sent her on a cab

Not clocking in right back the phone chirping bows up in the bag

Rim protectors with me try to dunk we gon' break his glass

Baby, I'm a busy man, gotta make it fast

Remember stretching 10 all week, tryna make it last

Ripped my heart out my chest, that lil' bitch a surgeon

Chrome heart on the vest, bitch, I'm picture perfect

Left his shirt red, that's what you get for purpin

You can tell it's a cat, cause the engine purrin

Nigga died off a Master P, that's a C-murder

You ain't never did this before, why you seem nervous

Blues stickin' out them, but the jeans purple

Charmander chips, told the clerk, we gon' need a Squirtle

Why the fuck this nigga in my face with a open hand

Tapin' mags to the chop, that bitch look like a open hand

They talk about me like I'm Jesus Christ, do you know the man

Three trades back to back to back, bitch, I'm goin' ham

Walked in with a piece, scammed CVS

Got the handgun, that fold in like a 3DS

Good 350 on the feet, takin' yeezy steps

Five star STS, raise your hand if you think we next

Bring them racks inside

Make that bitch sing like the Jackson 5

If I go on Apple, I'ma only push Jacks in 5's

Another check, cleared shorty, send me them racks in chime

Pull up wet the block, got his brainwashed

Off white, head to toe, with some plain socks

In the bed, chillin', VPN say I'm in Bangkok

Hop out the cut and make him lean, he gon' straight drop

Dodgin' shots, nigga look like Timmy Turner, teacher crocker

Scared money, don't make money, rip speaker knockers

He won't let me have his bitch, must not wanna see her prosper

Heart beatin' fast off the Za I might need a doctor

Ask dog, do you gotta zelle

Boy, you know them K-Shells, hot as hell

Said she kid free for the night, shit, I might as well

30 clip, hangin' out my pants like I got a tail

Nigga

Five star STS, what up vic nigga

Ayy, ayy