Lyrics 02 Shit - Cdot Honcho

I′m in camo but this Valentino

Aye

I be winning but I got a cheat code

Put that heat on yo ass jalapeño

Fonem gon' cover me like gazebo

Look like I hit a casino

Up in a Suite with these hoes from toronto

That really from Puerto Rico

Aye

Thinkin′ it's sweet 4nem brought in an auto
That bitch gon' clean up a street though

All up in Neiman′s I cop it I′m leavin
I left out that bitch with like three rolls

I got a bitch and yo bitch I just borrowed
I told her keep that on the D low

Plus her OG be getting that drank
I guess I ain't shit but a free load

Let that hundred round go for a minute
I really ain′t thinking bout reloadin

Fonem might pop up and be in yo kitchen
They only be thinkin bout unloadin

Smokin on gas I ain't passin my wood
Cus that′s how that bitch get to unrollin'

Nigga you better not slide in this hood
I′m sorry how shit get to unfoldin'

I let like 25 hop out that AR
Hop in that coop and then I'm rollin′

I got three bitches but we do not lay up
I hit them hoes and then I′m rollin'

Kidnap yo bitch boy yo ass better pay up
24 hours or she goin′

Thinkin' it′s funny we not joking
Bring out that money or we smokin'

Pour up that Wok and then I′m floatin
Gimme the rock bitch I'm wide open

Bitch try to act like she boogie she saw me with guap
In a minute she wide open

My auntie told me that them niggas be hatin'
I told her don′t worry cus I′m knowin'

And Roc always with me don′t do no debatin'
If anything funny go he blowin′

I got that Rari parked up by the terminal
Pull up you making the article

Fonem got shit that the navy and army do
Turning yo shit to a particle

Yeah I be running to rack
But don't gotta bat, I ball like Carter do

I got yo bitch in the back
With rockets around I feel like Harden do

Ever since all them labels on me, all the bitches and haters on me

You can jump at yo risk, just know it ain′t shit
To put all them lasers on Heat

I just got me a 8, my bitch say she hate when I put all that drank up in me

I be higher than a bitch, if you tryna get dick
You a forever be waiting on me

Aye

My hoodie box logo Supreme
Up in my trunk got a carbon 15

I just put a kit in my truck
So when I stop, I'm smokin' the scene

My bitch gone get what she want
We DT, just left the Celine

A nigga could try if he want
Really ain′t gone see shit but a beam!