Fold

[Intro]
(Thrillboy)

[Chorus]
Yeah, hot like a stove, Diamonds on me cold
Bitch I got that Glock, I got that pole
Bitch I got that Glock, I got that pole (Gianni)
I can't trust nobody 'cause these pussy niggas fold
I stack up my money now my bankroll cannot fold
Pull up on block, I got that Glock like G.I. Joe
Nigga talkin' down I'm not afraid to let it go

[Verse]
Loudpack, drone
We gon' smoke a opp pack, get 'em gone (Its Surreal Gang, lil' bitch)
Yeah, all this guap on me, feel like the president
Did this on my dick, she need a peppermint
Chrome Heart, bitch this ain't no Vetements
Countin' all this guap, I'm in my element
Diamonds on my neck, I'm lookin' elegant