Cartier Frames (feat. Que Banz)

Groove Chone on the beat, by the way

The late night with it, lookin' for stains

And we was an all-Black ****, we pointin' in pain

Yeah, I see the hate, yeah, I see the fake through the Cartier frames (Frames, frames)

Bro, pass the chop up into his top, aim it at his brain (Oh)

We the **** that started that (**** that started that)

They know where the party at (They know where the party at)

I'm postin' my moves, I keep a tool, yeah, we into all of that

Look, yeah, I see the hate, yeah, I see the fake through the Cartier frames (Frames, frames)

Bro, pass the chop up into his top, aim it at his brain and bang (Look)

We off in the jungle, just a different part, we the lions, yeah, the hyenas

We catch felonies, pay George Lawrence for them cases and the misdemeanors

When we spin the block and let shots fly, hollow tips comin' out the meanest

We be drillin' shit while Chef G has Sleepy Hollow comin' out the speakers

Just caught a stain, got the **** that I hit blood all on my sneakers

He was gripped up but froze up when he seen **** backin' out the meters

Let's admit, old Somme' lookin' bad like when A was still workin' at the cleaners

I can play cruel breeds, hit you with a bullet like you was one of my receivers

Respect the drugs and get your head tapped if you don't follow the procedures

We superseded ****' expectations, we overachievers

Dropped out of school, came up, now we make more money than them teachers

See the hate through the Cartier frames, **** hatin' 'cause they wanna be us

Late night with it, lookin' for stains

And we was an all-Black ****, we pointin' in pain

Yeah, I see the hate, yeah, I see the fate through the Cartier frames (Frames, frames)

Bro, pass the chop up into his top, aim it at his brain (Oh)

We the **** that started that (**** that started that)

They know where the party at (They know where the party at)

I'm postin' my moves, I keep a tool, yeah, we into all of that

Look, yeah, I see the hate, yeah, I see the fake through the Cartier frames (Frames, frames)

Bro, pass the chop up into his top, aim it at his brain and bang (Look)

They know what we do to the opps

Spinnin' a foreign, removin' his top, I know how to move when it's hot

If a **** move, walk, a **** get dropped, yeah, you can get paid for stains

Brodie back out, up and bang, my **** puttin' in pain

Look, I probably been buildin' blocks for a week

Lookin' for my opps in the streets, keep a grip of the beam

For any stepper tryna step on the scene

**** be too much with the foolery

I ain't into that usually, we get to burnin' **** up

Don't give a fuck, ain't too much you can do with me

Can't slip, gotta move tactic

Run up on 'em in the party like what's your jacket?

Tryna run, get hit, tall tag 'em

All them shots out the clip, made a close casket

Fell in love with the frames, that's tough fashion

Cartier frames, that's tough fashion

Piss me off in the party, spin his head backwards

QB toss bullets like he play Madden, look

The late night with it, lookin' for stains

And we was an all-Black ****, we pointin' in pain

Yeah, I see the hate, yeah, I see the fake through the Cartier frames (Frames, frames)

Bro, pass the chop up into his top, aim it at his brain (Oh)

We the **** that started that (**** that started that)

They know where the party at (Know where the party at)

I'm postin' my moves, I keep a tool, yeah, we into all of that

Look, yeah, I see the hate, yeah, I see the fake through the Cartier frames (Frames, frames)

Bro, pass the chop up into his top, aim it at his brain and bang (Look)