Crystal Pistol, Gucci Handcuffs ft. Prada Shy Lyrics

Crystal pistol, fists full of real jewels, yeah

Two C's on my ear stretchers that's the channel tunnel

Ferragamo and fur belts making your girl melt, what?

Mac on my dresser

Not a clip or a strap

It's your girls lipstick

Making her lips sink

I want Shrubby, making your heart sink

Gucci handcuffs for a slut with a daddy kink

Suicide, two tone, high stepping prime time

Catch me in the end zone, take your bitch and sip the wine

Mirror to my nose I ain't worried 'bout the drugs, no

Cherry dropping, bomb dropping, stomach steady molly popping

Tabs on my tongue from the bag from the back

Vision getting trippy like the red on my cash

50 in a stack, times 20, that's a grand

You counting plays, I'm counting up my cash

Rubber bands and duffel bags, in our lanes we whipping fast

Cruising out the city I ain't ever fucking looking back

Me and Shrub can handle that

Take your bitch and pull off fast

She wanna come, ain't no fucking kidnap, boy