Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Jewelry Gang in this motherfucker
I got my **** Danny in this bitch with me
[Verse 1]
New McLaren, 'nother Ashton Martin, damn, I can't decide
Only problem that I got is what car I'm gon' drive
Tryna rob big money, **** must wanna die
**** stupid, how the fuck you ree'n up without your fye?
In the field in Humboldt, trappin' with them cutthroats
When we push up with them chopsticks, all you see is gun smoke
Told my bitch, "To gone and leave, you'll never find another me'
After I finish makin' this song, I'm finna go and sell some P's
Told my potnas, "No mistakes, you make one, you'll get penalized"
Took the plug off 'cause when he served me, he ain't look me in the eyes
I'm a street smart ****, I ain't read no books
I ain't simpin', I can't buy a 304 a pocketbook
Purple Cybertruck, it look just like a bale of the candy
Come and get a blick and clock, ****, welcome to the family
[Verse 2]
In a 911 coupe, I'm ridin' through them backstreets
With my chico, we was serving Mary Kate and Ashley
He told me how to whip it, now we livin' lavishly
I put my elbow in that bowl till that bitch get ashy
Got hit with a bad batch, lil' bro, we ain't servin' that
Could still be in the trap, but I got rich off murder rap
From my denim went Satoshi, I know you ain't heard of that
My own dawg got me blitzed, I can't believe I served a rat
I can't believe I served a snake, I'm doin' a hundred on 408
I love the love, I love the hate, 'long as it don't take none off my plate
You woke up thinkin' 'bout some ass, I woke up thinkin' 'bout some pape'
I fell in love with trappin', bubba, I always knew I'd make it shake
[Verse 3]
Trap spot like a drive-through, ****, come and slide through
Try and run off with them bands, I'ma come and find you
[Verse 4]
If you wasn't talkin' 'bout no work, we would've never lined you
Like, what the fuck is you gon' do if them crackers get behind you?
[Verse 5]
We make **** tuck they jewelry, take that moissanite shit back
We ain't finna rob you, pussy ****, sit down and relax
[Verse 6]
Yo, sit down and be cool, we can't be stressin' 'bout no gnat
My lil' bro bustin' off an M, he got a monkey on his back
Written by: Mario Danielle Torres, Tysen Jay Bolding
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