Vintage Limo

Sparks of light from the R-Type on a dark night

I have a hard life, I used to move hard white

My jewels'll give you frostbite, my music is boss-like

But when you speakin' to me, be forthright (Talk nice, ****)

I bought my first Jordans with crack money

The black Bugs Bunnys - with a bunch of crumpled up twenties (Facts)

Ball on these hoes, we up twenty

Truck jewelry (Heavy shit); put in work, we left smudges on the toolie

Exude beauty; threw a few rubies up in the jubilee

I was truthfully groomed for the movie screen

Fleeing from the jakes in the 9-30

Shootouts with the 30, for therapy

They'll never be as thorough as me (Never)

Two kilos on my neck with the vintage limousine

Cream soda mixed with codeine (We sippin')

Might blow a hole in your bean, leave you like Moe Greene (Mmm)

Blow from the scene in a smokescreen

Lil' mama, I'm just blowing steam

Hold my drink, close the drapes

Drive you crazy, ho, I got road rage

Baby, the granola Range, it has no brakes

All you see in my chain is snowflakes, Dolce (Uh)

No Captain-Save-a-Ho cape from my clothing hang (Nope)

My coat was painted on by Josué, holy suede

Waves on the ocean made the boat sway, both ways (Mmm)

Baby, don't be afraid, to feed the flame

But bitches switch the way seasons change

Needless to say, I peeped your game

I peeped your—I peeped your game, b—

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