Drug Traffickin

[Intro]
(BrentRambo)
Yeah, yeah
Pussy nigga get zipped, yeah
That pussy nigga get flipped, yeah
On the way home
In the Track', sport mode
Track’ mode, yeah

[Verse]
This bitch nasty like some Tris
Going two hundred in this bitch
Ridin' dirty with them sticks
New Celine, no Rick
Yeah, I don't rock that shit
I got blood on my kicks
I got blood on my stick
Yeah, if you know, then you know, spit on that bitch
Got my cutter, you ain’t catchin' me, brother cuttin' up a brick
With some white hoes taking flicks
Rino ain't got no picks
They puttin' that shit in they nose like some Vicks, huh
My outfit cost a brick, yeah
Patek wrist so sick, huh
Fuck you, eat my dick, huh
Pull out that double M
Yeah, I know that I shouldn't
Lean stick to my kidney
High profile saddity
It's no Wock' when I’m in the city
Watch my tennis chains do the Griddy, huh
Yeah, all of my brothers won’t change on each other, we stay with them cutters
Yeah, I'm a rich motherfucker and I’m from the gutter, no, they don't love us
On a new level, fuck this bitch, she ain't special
Get out the Maybach, stupid bitch, 'fore you fuck up the leather
Yeah, I’m with Juice sipping juice and we up on that Wock' floating like a feather
Yeah, if I go out in public with this bitch, she might just go platinum
Flawless diamonds, lil' bitch, I don't do platinum
Thirty-five pointers on, white gold, no platinum
To be honest, I bought this Patek just to go bragging
To be honest, I bought that double M to go swagging
Rockin' archive Number (N)ine, fuck your fashion
She put passion behind her head, she so savage
In the penthouse view, we living so lavish
Fifty racks in my right pocket got me sagging
One of my brothers got a half a mil' in the attic
What's happening? Drug trafficking