Redlines

I'm in the full Sergio tacchini sweatsuit, I'm in northeast gettin' money
I just had the golf course in the S55, gentle banks, burnt Rolls Royce in the tunnel
Whoa, best settle down
Whoa, settle down
Stop tryna figure out why niggas so serious, at the point in my career I don't need your opinion
The girl seen me whip, but she oh so fierce
I took it all for sauce, sell it for a record deal
It's by cell or breakin' and enterin'
Interstate commerce and white collar criminals
He ain't even took nun' there in his life
But the present side make a young nigga vicious
And I can't blame this nigga, I done been there
I can't blame, 'cuz nigga, I done did it
Took the road I did, a lot of niggas wouldn't have even got there
He fucked me over with that money and I ain't dealt with the old nigga since
Had to deal with a lot of bullshit for a little hand-to-hand paper
Fuck it, let you know, shit don't matter
Nigga callin' the homie phone talkin' 'bout "Niggas wanna kill me"
Summertime, tank top, hot outside, shit gettin' serious
Switch on me, ringtone, flip phone, all my bitches near
Big swing, big swing, huh, brodie bro, dawg, nigga u hear me?
Big dawg, high rolla', top shotta', doin' big boy business
Quarter million, two hundred fifty thou', when a nigga gon' start listenin?
Helicop' take to the airport, then a nigga start sippin'
Slow down bitch, now you bending the corner a lil' bit too swiftly
When I get that money, I ain't gon' be the same, I'm telling you
Whoa, and I'm dead serious
Bitch, I'm dead serious
I'm a high roller
Whoa, whoa whoa who