STS (feat. Strick)

(Supa, aha)

Two door, doors low, ridin' in a foreign car, **** can't see me

If I pop another X pill, I'll be out my misery

Presi', Presi', beze's on the motherfuckin' Rollie

New Rollie, yeah, oh yes

I fuck 'round and roll

I'm just gon' slam the door, slam the door

Slam the door, slam the door

Slam the door on Aventador

Let it up, let it up, let it up, let it up

Now it look like a cockroach

Hop out with a Patek on my wrist and keep the .44

Hopscotch with your thot, thot

I'ma fuck her at my mother spot

Started chasin' the check, turned the bank into a nest

Cuban link around my neck takin' a bird bath

Cartier bracelet, got pointers in the Audemar to match

And if they talkin' 'bout my gang, they speakin' all cash

New Bent, paper tag, I can see they envy and mad

I done fucked around and got in my bag

I done stayed down and got me a bag

No calculator, still doin' math

Gotta add up and tear me a tag

Rockstar, showed up with them bands

I just jumped off a jet to a Sprinter

I got Brazilians makin' me dinner

Took a loss and it made me a winner

Wearin' Monclear, it ain't even winter

Had to win, got the clouds in the ceiling

Add that money up, subtract the feeling

They say "Slatt" when we walk in the building

I can't save her, she gone with the fishes

Copped a new gun to switch up my mission

Slime shit, I ran up the digits

Count it with no intermission

Her best friend done gave me the gushy

I mixed up a lil' sherbert and cookie, yeah

Off the top, roll with a groupie

Have a ménage when I land, uh

Today, I did Dior and Gucci, yeah

My off-white was lookin' like danger

Three white bitches, I'm a Klansman

Kendra, Khloe and Kara

Came out the gutter, I made it, yeah

Wall Street money like Madoff

Yeah, all that hatin' ain't phase us

Laughed to the bank like phase on

Still ain't takin' no days off

Two door, doors low, ridin' in a foreign car, **** can't see me

If I pop another X pill, I'll be out my misery

Presi', Presi', beze's on the motherfuckin' Rollie

New Rollie, yeah, oh yes

I fuck 'round and roll

I'm just gon' slam the door, slam the door

Slam the door, slam the door

Slam the door on Aventador

Let it up, let it up, let it up, let it up

Now it look like a cockroach

Hop out with a Patek on my wrist and keep the .44

Hopscotch with your thot, thot

I'ma fuck her at my mother spot

Icy, diamond

She feel it in her tits

Money callin'

When I answer my phone like, "What it do?"

I keep a quarter pound or two

Big Balenc', yeah, that's what the money do

She swear to God that she love me

I was just pourin' up the bubbly

I was fillin' up drinks with this muddy

Draco with me and it ain't 'bout my money

Dr. Dre, Eminem

We go and get M&M's

My house a exhibit, it's dim

I was rockin' some off-white like Timbs (Let's go!)

Two door, doors low, ridin' in a foreign car, **** can't see me

If I pop another X pill, I'll be out my misery

Presi', Presi', beze's on the motherfuckin' Rollie

New Rollie, yeah, oh yes

I fuck 'round and roll

I'm just gon' slam the door, slam the door

Slam the door, slam the door

Slam the door on Aventador

Let it up, let it up, let it up, let it up

Now it look like a cockroach

Hop out with a Patek on my wrist and keep the .44

Hopscotch with your thot, thot

I'ma fuck her at my mother spot

Two door, doors low, ridin' in a foreign car, **** can't see me

Presi', Presi', beze's on the motherfuckin' Rollie

I'm just gon' slam the door, slam the door

Slam the door, slam the door

Slam the door on Aventador

Hop out with a Patek on my wrist and keep the .44

Woah, woah, woah-woah-woah