Celine

[Intro]
Ooh
Nigga
Larry making 'em beats again

[Chorus]
.40 on my hip, I don't even squabble
Got Celine on my chest
I dabble in the finer things in life
Broke nigga, you do it for life
My old best friend turned junkie, he hittin' the pipe
.40 on my hip, I don't even squabble
Got Celine on my chest
I dabble in the finer things in life
Broke nigga, you do it for life
My old best friend is a junkie, he hittin' the pipe

[Verse]
My old best friend turned junkiе, he hittin' the pipe
I wantеd to sell coke and pimp hoes, you wanted to be like Mike
I had to figure out my worth, then up my price
My ex bitch was a rat, caught her suckin' pipe
I was transportin' MACs down the turnpike
You was butt naked on the 'gram, tryna get some likes
Must suck to be a failure your whole life
I was sneakin' around with married women, fuckin' whole wives
Bitch don't like me, she's a whole dyke
Walked in her house, smacked her granny, killed the whole vibe
I was two timin' this African bitch, fucked her whole tribe (Larry making 'em beats again)
Usually only gotta smack 'em once, today I smacked this bitch twice
Guess I felt like Ike Turner when I woke up
So I don't mean this bitch speechless, when I say she choked up
If this .40 ever jam, he gettin' poked up
Nigga have something to say, he should've spoke up
Don't see no tears, shit, guess I'm cryin' mentally
I'm just a pimp, with some very violent tendencies
Bitch got a small mouth, I got the remedy
Put a bullet through a fuck nigga's head, like President Kennedy
You hear me rappin' off beat, this bitch still jammin'
Niggas still totin' a hollow point, it's still jammin'
My bitches say I'm big-headed, like Peyton Manning
Was locked up with this weird nigga, he was rapin' trannies
I ain't gon' lie, when I was young, I wanted to fuck my cousin
'Til I got a lil' bit older and realized I was buggin'
My grandma still disappointed I ended up thuggin'
Some of my family members can't accept I'm somebody I wasn't

[Chorus]
.40 on my hip, I don't even squabble
Got Celine on my chest
I dabble in the finer things in life
Broke nigga, you do it for life
My old best friend turned junkie, he hittin' the pipe (Larry making 'em beats again)
.40 on my hip, I don't even squabble
Got Celine on my chest
I dabble in the finer things in life
Broke nigga, you do it for life
My old best friend is a junkie, he hittin' the pipe