moncler coat

[Intro: reefuh]
Huh, huh, uh
Ayy (Slatt)

[Verse 1: reefuh]
Smokin' ganja, boy, I'm peakin', bitch
Red tip look like a beacon, bitch
That's not me, that's that Perky 30 speakin', bitch
Money came in like the seasons did
Ooh, say, "Hello"
Ass fat, shit move like Jell-O
Uh, I rock Magiela
How many clips twin got? Um, hella
Twin spin like a top, tried tell ya
Riri, work, umbrella, ella
Ayy, lot of sticks in this ho, Cabela's
Let's throw a party
These bitches tweakin', they off Bacardi
Used to wear VLONE, fuck Bari
I know [?] molly
Fuck that lil' designer coat
I could probably pay your main bitch rent and then go buy your mom a boat

[Verse 2: caponeti]
Huh, bitch [?]
Not a hater, but y'all niggas suck
I'm in your city, lil' nigga, what's up?
[?] you get squashed like a bug
Bitch, I feel like Mufasa, my son is my choppa
That bitch really handing out slugs
I love [?] pasta [?] like a rasta
Them niggas dyin' for nothin'
He was lame back in school, I ain't forget
Askin' bitches, "Where my hug?"
That shit sad, nigga, that shit tough
You're not embarrassed, nigga, what the fuck? (This shit ain't—)
This shit ain't love, my niggas lit, we could bust
And we got guns, we got [?]
I'm with the gang, goin' up

[Bridge: reefuh & caponeti]
Ooh, pressin' them pills for a check
I could pop me a [?]
I was doin; my worst with the best
It ain't shit to get out that nest
Cuttin' corners, got blood on my vest (Woo, woo)
Talkin' heavy, got bloon on his neck (Ah)
Me and capo been cool than the rest (Ah)

[Verse 3: reefuh & caponeti]
Boy, stop running your mouth
[?] run inside your house
I keep quiet as a mouse
It's a couple pounds on that couch, ah
But I did it
[?]
Can't compare 'cause they know I been different
[?]
[?] play like a fidget
Count up my, count up my money, got digits
[?] vision
Now [?] gon' listen, aha
Run down, up 'til sundown
Grown-ass man in my comments, put your son down
[?] big old whip, that's a touchdown
I woke up fresh as fuck, Number (N)ine, Number (N)ine, dressed down
Moncler coat, he smokin' sediments, boy, get a ho
I want my regiment shot out the stove
Rollin' up green, the paper on go
Pouring up lean, shit fuck with my spleen
My wrist got a beam, now watch that bitch glow
[?] off a bean
Could he fuck with me? Oh, hell no