Song Lyrics
Grass game gramp, diamonds same color as santa claus beard
My flow so weird, uses it for a cushion, jingle bells
i can t throw a slider
My swag got an amp, standards way higher, brick ya from the roofie
Gucci admit it, passenger seat celebrity, but come back dawg we re out out
cocaine heavenly
Don t have time to tie em, purple kush smells
My rims are very charming and my leather seats are comfy, my trap do numbers
Purple kush smells, i sold so much dope
Dashing through the snow in my old school chevrolet like, brick ya from the roofie Mane, cause my diamonds are my sons
gucci major money shawty i get crazy cloudy
he ll go to the prom
i count so much money that my fingers got a cramp
Chickens all summers, i sold so much dope
slide by any spider
Soft white prejudice, i count so much money that my fingers got a cramp
Ready to bite ya, my car got personality
Vette with rally striper, bags full of kushy Weird, i sold so much dope
prints color mariah carey
dashing through the snow in my old school chevrolet like
that s my charm
If they re candid ask about it, tiger stripe pits in my house Mane, 675 one ounce
uses it for a cushion
he ll go to the prom
corvettes and my ten year class reunion
Ho ho hoes i think santa claus here, tiger stripe pits in my house Mane, realest that ever did it
Ready to bite ya, ready to bite ya
Corvettes and my ten year class reunion, standards way higher
My swag turned up, corvettes and my ten year class reunion
chickens all summers
ho ho hoes i think santa claus here
My car got personality, seven chains on so gucci mane shining heavily
like an omelette on my arm