CDG

[Intro: K. Trill]
Uh, gotta hold on till it add up
I was fifteen, with the MAC tucked
You know what the fuck going on nigga
Big Sin, Big Sin shawty
Geeked up xanman shawty, man two Perc shawty
Nigga two Xans shawty, nigga see what I'm saying, gang
Uh, I was fifteen, with the MAC tucked
Gotta hold on till it add up, uh
Commes Des in my crib

[Verse: K. Trill]
They rocking old school, that's that Outkast
They don't want you up, they want you down bad
They gon hate and love to see you bounce back
Girl I can't explain, I know it sound bad
I just touched down, where the pounds at?
Throw the cash up, watch it bounce
Smoke a 3.5 out the ounce pack
Good Xan pill for the jet lag
Fuck the venue, where the check at?
Ain't tryna sign me, tell em bet that
Hit the four in the ten, tell em bet back
You see the Free Smoke, where my neck at
I just want the throat, don't get naked
She tryna drive the boat, she gon' wreck it
Bad bitch meet the B in Jet Mag
I'm tryna get the chin, she ain't tryna text back
Pop a pill, come vibe with me
Is it real, don't lie to me
Ain't gotta boost no more, I got cheese
Just stay down and you gon' see
When I'm with you girl, I'm at peace
What you want, it ain't shit we can eat
Just promise me you won't leave
Cause honestly, I'm on E
I need you to need me
I need you all in, no brakes
I need that real love, no fake
Don't know how to give love, just take
B.B belt with these Raf shoes
Now I'm stacking up for these rap dudes
Commes Des in the crib
I don't rock Saint Laurent, cause I sin!
Gotta hold on till it add up
I was fifteen with the MAC tucked