Propaganda Lyrics

Um, SV Lamb', I pick it out

They see I'm the man, they dig it now

Got Armani pants, I drip it out

Got too many bands, they stickin' out

Pop two of ya mans, we get 'em out

Drop, do it again, might ship it out

Pulled up Elva 'Claren

Why they starin'?

He talk down, like "boy I dare him"

When we pop out, we known to scare 'em

AP rocked out, it blind the cameras

Juggernaut, I lug a drop, I hit the shop, I'm rockin' barons

I'm at the top, so stop comparin'

They all watch, can't stop the glarin'

Flew mo' cash in

Hugo fashion

See me flashin'

V10 Aston

Cortège like G.I. Joe

Hoppin' out that Diablo

Poppin' out, I need my dough

Talkin' 'bout she like my Rolls

Talkin' 'bout she like my Roadster

Get put on a poster

I'm too fly, I'm vultures

Patek ice sculpture

That boy a bogey

Yeah, my pockets guacamole

Crop you out like I'm Adobe

Drop too loud, I can't be low-key

Lock that down, I want my trophy

Yeah, no one can hold me

My drip is super soaky, super soaky

He want smoke, like "Okey Dokey"

Got my bands up

Don't like the bloggers, I ain't with the propaganda

My diamonds purple like Rattata, I pull the Lambs up

Yeah, we like dollars, we nightcrawlers, we got grands up

If you got problems, crew gon' maul 'em like Evander

So dirty

Can't go back, we show no mercy

F1 BAC, like what you swervin'?

What you swervin'?, know they heard me

Brand new Birkin hold 'bout 30

Got my pockets topsy-turvy

Took off like rockets, I'm not earthy

My guap purty, might drop 30

'Bout to spazz out

Money comin', keep them 100's, I could cash out

Do what I wanna, flex in that Monza, I tore the dash out

I butcher my cash cow

Feel like Ashton Kutcher, I just took a chick to Saks now

My AP Futurama

I eat at Benihana

They like, "How you keep that many commas"?

My drip is leakin', need a plumber

I bought out Neiman, D. Gabbana

Rock out but we not Nirvana

Top off, it got chopped katana

I got stacks in the safe

I drop bags in LA

Paper tags on the wraith

Hit the gas, what's a brake?

Yeah, they mad I overtake

Crib need acres, buy a lake

He act tough, we violate

Back up, you in my space

I got bank

I got cash by the case

Got my bands up

Don't like the bloggers, I ain't with the propaganda

My diamonds purple like Rattata, I pull the Lambs up

Yeah, we like dollars, we nightcrawlers, we got grands up

If you got problems, crew gon' maul 'em like Evander

So dirty

Can't go back, we show no mercy

F1 BAC, like what you swervin'?

What you swervin'?, know they heard me

Brand new Birkin hold 'bout 30

Got my pockets topsy-turvy

Took off like rockets, I'm not earthy

My guap purty, might drop 30

'Bout to spazz out

Money comin', keep them 100's, I could cash out

Do what I wanna, flex in that Monza, I tore the dash out

I butcher my cash cow

Feel like Ashton Kutcher, I just took a chick to Saks now (Saks now)