Текст песни Carhartt Vest - Germ , Ramirez

Carhartt vest (huh?), two TECs like your intellect (boom-boom-boom)
Bitch, hoes on my line, ain't no rest, ever, shots at your neck (hah)
Panamera swervin' lane to lane (skrrt, skrrt), candy apple paint
Bitch, look at my chain (Lil' bitch), I got bad vibes
And dick for days (ayy, ayy)

Carhartt vest, two TECs like your intellect
Bitch, hoes on my line, ain't no rest, ever, shots at
Your neck (boom-boom-boom)
Panamera swervin' lane to lane (skrrt, skrrt)
Candy apple paint
Bitch, look at my chain (hah), I got bad vibes
And dick for days

Run away, that's your bitch, she love what I be
Doin' (huh?)
Mandem off the Perkys, purple potions, drippin'
Loaded, movin'
Shit we did? I'll never tell, that's on slime, not on
My blood and them
New Forgis on that Demon, puffin' Backwoods
With the reaper them (huh?) Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fendi'd out, couple hunnid rounds, lovin' them

Guns, I feel like walkin' out (grrah, boom)
Flames out that gate, now here the play (boom
Boom-boom-boom)
Boy, I'm sayin', got's to put you down (hah)
Ayy, paper chasin' Haitian on the move, might
Gun you down, ayy
That's on slime, ayy, bitch, it's that time, ayy
Who gon' ride with that fye, pop out, jump out

Slangin' that? I, ayy
Man, these niggas be scared, on some hot shit
But turned fed
Where the fuck y'all niggas bread at? Bendin'
Corners, gettin' my bread back (badshit)

Carhartt vest (huh?), two TECs like your intellect (boom, boom)
Bitch, hoes on my line, ain't no rest, ever, shots at your neck (hah)
Panamera swervin' lane to lane (skrrt, skrrt), candy apple paint
Bitch, look at my chain (Lil' bitch), I got bad vibes
And dick for days (ayy, ayy)
Carhartt vest, two TECs like your intellect

Bitch, hoes on my line, ain't no rest, ever, shots at
Your neck (boom-boom-boom)
Panamera swervin' lane to lane (skrrt, skrrt)
Candy apple paint
Bitch, look at my chain (Hah), I got bad vibes
And dick for days

I been noddin' off the sticks that got me swervin'
In the coupe (huh?)
I flip that bitch and cop another 'cause that's just
How Rami do it (yeah)
Ain't no thang, drop a check and steal your bitch
Without me sayin' (yeah, bitch)
A single word, 'cause you know Rami got this
Pimpin' in his veins (yeah, uh)

I said, hold up bitch, come ride on my dick, bust
My nut, you can swallow it (ho)
All Piguets all on my wrist, that twinkle when you
See it twist
Ben Davis quarter-zip conceal the Glock that's
On my waist (boom)
Movin' how I'm movin', so I'm prone to 'vade the
Fuckin' case (bow, bow, bow-bow-bow)
Transformer whip, now watch me peel back the

Roofie (yeah, huh?)
Said you 'bout it, lil' bitch, but I know you ain't
Gon' shoot me
Screamin' that you got the loud pack, bitch, you
Smokin' on the boof (yeah)
It's SMG, better speak nice (ayy), 'fore I strip you
Out your shoes, bitch

Carhartt vest (huh?), two TECs like your intellect
(Boom, boom)
Bitch, hoes on my line, ain't no rest, ever, shots at
Your neck (Hah)
Panamera swervin' lane to lane (skrrt, skrrt), candy apple paint
Bitch, look at my chain (Lil' bitch), I got bad vibes
And dick for days (ayy, ayy)

Carhartt vest, two TECs like your intellect
Bitch, hoes on my line, ain't no rest, ever, shots at
Your neck (boom-boom-boom)
Panamera swervin' lane to lane (skrrt, skrrt), candy apple paint
Bitch, look at my chain (hah), I got bad vibes and dick for days