Players Club Interlude

[Intro]
(Ayy, Smatty, let's count up some—)

[Verse]
Bro told me go check the Citizens app, he just caught him a hit
Sick when I walk in this bitch
Hoes from my block started fuckin' the opps, so for that, we don't fuck with them bitches
Got shot, so he walk with a limp
But that boy still like Steph, he don't miss
I just need me like seven more flips
And I go put baguettes on the wrist
Yeah, my bitch got a cold heart, but I give her Chrome Hearts
I just got the renty just to pull up to a bar
This corona shit slow, dog, lean cup, pour it up
Wraith talk, baby, can you fuck me with the stars?
Young nigga move tac', don't rush me
Nigga move and this shit gon' get dusty
Boy don't shoot, got that .38 rusty
We gon' hit that boy up, ain't no tusslin'
Samе young nigga slang eight ball
Six-figure nigga, only twenty-fivе, I put in the weight call
I can get the key off, put that bitch in Dior
She was just in DR, I can't wait to see her
My bitch like Diamond from Players Club
Put this gang shit in diamonds, they know what's up
I be slidin' through Harlem like A and them
Boy, don't run up, you know not to play with them