[Intro]
(17)
(D-Roc)
Look

[Verse]
Like I'm on a yacht with bikinis, I'm makin' them pop
This a brand new Urus, 3 just wrecked my car
They think they furious, but ain't fast than us (Uh-huh), let's do it
Product black, what I spend on my body
Young n***a own eight millions in diamonds
Young n***a got a lot of problems
Young n***a gotta buy lots of choppers
Totin' a Draco inside of a go-yard
One million in cash inside the [?] bag
Baby Joe take a n***a Glock, pussy n***a had the pro-mag
Bought off the lot, talkin' all cash
Pull off the lot and I'm doin' the dash
I pull on the lot, they be all mad
They see how I'm shinin' and I be on they ass, huh
Diamonds they tropical-tropical, I'm askin' "Now, do you want water, Fiji?"
Told a young n***a "Fuck that flag, I just wan' be with you, just be with you"
She a real bitch
She a down bitch
She the one I wan' stay down with, touch the ground with
I'll go to Hell and burn up for that girl
I'll go to Heaven and start a war right thеre (Yeah, let's do it)
Thе way you be lookin' be havin' me took, and then you tryna hook me
Switch on the Glock (Yeah), anybody come up in this house, everybody gon' give 'em a whoopin'
Stare in your eyes, I look at a gangster
I'm braggin' on anythin' that's cookin'
I'm hot (Bae), you cool, and Jaz rules, she can't come 'round me I'll kill you dudes
24, 30 mill' in real estate
And I pull up in a brand new coupe
Motherfuck' you dudes
I'm way too cool
Way too cool
Way too cool
Way too cool
Way too cool, hm
You'll still be a lame with money, I'm way too cool (Look)
Way too cool
Way too cool
I'm way too cool
Look, I want the back, then she get on the top
Know she come from the block
She could break in a car
She could get us a drop
We roll up in that car and pull up to your house
Balenciaga, I'm winnin' with crops and try, I'ma hop out the car and I'm makin' it pop
She want a Patek and I want a wraith
She want a Patek and I want a bitch that's loyal, no that's not to play
Flyin' every bitch from state to state, I ain't even ate
Young n***a in this bitch workin' so hard, young n***a tryna make a way
Told my brother 3Three all I need me is a .448
[Outro]
It's a forty-eight
Four forty eight
Ayy, a forty eight
I'ma make it work my n***a
I'ma, I'ma make it work
I'm talkin' 'bout I'm talkin' 'bout just trust me on this one
Trust me, you you you know I'll— You know I'll slang that fire, you trust me on that, huh?
Headshot, headshot
How many of them, how many of them bitch ass n***as I done laid down?
Just trust me on this one
I just need a .448
You heard me?
All this motherfuckin' money I got
Man, still, I, I still wan' trap
It's a murder business