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[Intro]
Generiic
Ah-ah-ah!

[Chorus]
Murciélago, top down, God-damn
Covered in rhinestones, I look just like a Rock Candy
Hit my phone, you tryna buy 'some, you know I got the right brand
And I'm the type to keep a Glock and sword up in my nightstand
Fresh bitch, I'm stormin' through the rain, thunder, lightning
Mississippi border, with my boys, with them white fans
Think I struck a cord, with these whore's, 'cause they like me
Benjamin's galore, poured a four, turned his Sprite green

[Verse 1]
I go lean, lean, my ho's is Japanese
In Shibuya with my denim's, and Tsuzuki on my jeans
I was in Montgomery county, I'ma legend with the feins
Keep a fully loaded on me, in the tinted limousine
I ain't finding beats on YouTube, I'm sampling my favorite songs
Picked your pack up off the floor than ran it, like I'm Randy Moss
Missed that 'rrari F50, I just let my ex spin it
Then I took the white Carrera, and I took an X in it

[Chorus]
Murciélago, top down, God-damn
Covered in rhinestones, I look just like a Rock Candy
Hit my phone, you tryna buy 'some, you know I got the right brand
And I'm the type to keep a Glock and sword up in my nightstand
Fresh bitch, I'm stormin' through the rain, thunder, lightning
Mississippi border, with my boys, with them white fans
Think I struck a cord, with these whore's, 'cause they like me
Benjamin's galore, poured a four, turned his Sprite green

[Verse 2]
7 Series BM, 6 Series Benz, yeah
24 inches, on them Giovanna rims
5600 in the Cartier lens
I can't talk about the whip I'm in, you know that it's expensive
Don't ask me no question, I won't tell you no lies
French just hit the lottery, 'cause he just copped a couple rocks
And I'm fresh up out the ladder, sold like one too many levels
I got gadgets in the Kradon, bad bitches in my drawls

[Chorus]
Murciélago, top down, God-damn
Covered in rhinestones, I look just like a Rock Candy
Hit my phone, you tryna buy 'some, you know I got the right brand
And I'm the type to keep a Glock and sword up in my nightstand
Fresh bitch, I'm stormin' through the rain, thunder, lightning
Mississippi border, with my boys, with them white fans
Think I struck a cord, with these whore's, 'cause they like me
Benjamin's galore, poured a four, turned his Sprite green

[Outro]
Turned his Sprite green
Benjamin's galore, poured a four, turned his Sprite green, hm