CELINE ft. G.T. Lyrics

Can't fit in my jeans, Goyard for the cheese Lv on my jacket, wasn't shit buy three G's

If they up that pipe on you nigga you'll freeze Pussy ass niggas don't want war they want peace

That's a cool hunnid on my sleeve, Rose pressi anniversary

Mixin' Saint Laurent with the Celine Mixin' up the wocky with the bean

Outline his body, left him cold in all white chalk Better keep it solid, give a fuck bout what you saw

You see karats when I talk, you see twin turbos and dual exhaust, you smell it when I park

I done mixed the Tesla with the lean I done put Celine on the everyday, this week for free

It's me and GT swervin' through the chaos, Mushin' fiends

It's murder on my mind when I be sober, barely blink

Everybody finessin' around this bitch, you barely havin' time to think

Havin' time to watch these diamonds with the dish open in the sink

Hit that click, watch them niggas all take off

Hit that switch, and you take off like James Bond

Can't fit in my jeans, Goyard for the cheese LV on my jacket, wasn't shit but three G's

If they up the pipe on you nigga you'll freeze Pussy ass niggas don't want war they want peace

That's a cool hunnid on my sleeve, Rose pressi anniversary

Mixin' Saint Laurent with the Celine Mixin' up the wocky with the bean

This Ain't no shit you into, can't come in here, this a brick house

This where you come in, dump yo lil' nigga, this a flip house

I remember I ain't had no diamonds around my neck and just a flip phone

I ain't havin' no hard time keepin' a bitch up here to get gone

Money got niggas older than me callin' me they big bro

We just poured a pint and a two liter, gotta sip slow

A nigga play with me, I guess I'm gettin' death row We come through stompin' around this bitch, it ain't no step show

Ignorant young nigga park my Bentley right on flat shoals

I come from the deep but I do business in lil' Mexico

All I gotta do is work hard and then I'm next to blow

Me and Mayhem filmin' through a check, I said let's make some more

Can't fit in my jeans, Goyard for the cheese LV on my jacket, wasn't shit but three G's

If they up the pipe on you nigga you'll freeze Pussy ass niggas don't want war they want peace

That's a cool hunnit' on my sleeve Rolls pressi the anniversary

Mixin' Saint Laurent with the Celine Mixin' up the walkie with the bean