Cartier Crash Lyrics

It's us

For real

Swear that this shit ain't the same

The two-tone range, we takin' his chain

Don't play with my name

The AP is chocolate the Rollie is plain

Like EA Sports this shit all in the game

I ride with the torch don't get hit with the flame

We lit up that car with the thought that it rain

I went home, changed, got back on that plane

The Cully too wide, man this shit take the lane

Lil nigga its us

We turn that boy into dust

We put that boy in the dirt

Right in the mud I'm sippin' on Tuss

G6 got me bussing

Clenching my jaw no this not enough

Mansory just for the Cullinan

Move like the 8 I'm way too clutch

Baguettes the clarity tough

Hit the curb it left barely a scuff

Westminster the rarity truck

Imma shoot I don't carry to bluff

Cartier Crash on my wrist

I got Matty my back bitches starin' me up

I got bitches that bleed niggas' pockets then bring it to me

I ain't carin' a fuck

No one comparin' to us

Hit the roads know I'm tearin' em up

Know she mad I ain't carin' enough

Got these niggas preparin' for us

Nigga can't do me wrong

Burn that bridge no repairing it up

Rockin' Bottega Veneta and Chrome Heart sweaters

I'm wearin' it up

These niggas be all talk

Spin who block?

Put who on a tee?

Them nigga be all cap they could talk all they want

They ain't do it to me

You know I want all the smoke

Like where niggas at and who wanna meet

Niggas ain't not a thing

Speak on my name better show the receipts

No this never over

Your bitch not used to this lifestyle I'ma show her

Never needed any chauffeur

150 in the sofa

Told her that the trunk's not there

Baby girl that's the motor

Take a bitch and then promote her

Give her back when it's over

These niggas movin' too federal

Im Justo the GTI General

Wockhardt this shit for the medical

Talking Maybachs you know I did several

Come and get it from the source

Hatin' ass niggas

Lies what they tellin' you

Steady doin' niggas dirty

Go and pop a 30

I won't remember you

It's always been us

Uh, for real

Uh, forever doin' niggas dirty

Show a nigga that my arm reach from Atlanta all the way to Jersey

Bullets hit him like a Mack truck

If a nigga ever think he Bernie

Niggas put no fear in my heart

I ain't never worried

Brody gone off a 30

Glock 19, movin' like he 30

Whole parking lot full with Cybertrucks

When I'm back in the city

12 hollow points hit a pussy nigga body made him through the griddy

Thick bitch from the town body on 10 face like Nicki

Home run on a nigga block

I'm the new age Ken Griffey