Lyrics OT - Flacko444

Purple lambo look like codeine
When I hit the gas it's morphine
We done came a long way from the nosebleeds
Stayed down with my dawgs now we OT

When we boarded the plane
She took a lil G5 this my lil bitch from the eastside
I'm switching these lanes
So I need a new Porsche I need the one with the horse
Bitch you know that we outside
Don't play with my brothers they'll let it pop like peroxide
We not playing no games
My drip from the source you and yo money divorced
Maison Margiela my backpack it carry the blicky that bitch is expensive
Every time I fall in love with one of these bitches my heart get defensive
I'm tryna pull up in a X6M you won't catch me in Tesla or Fisker
Break that bitch neck like who is him she telling her friends and her sisters
I caught a wave
Gold on my cuban but I'm not a slave
I'm working my magic so I can get paid
I virtual trap just to carti the frames
I fucked her best friend I'm not having no shame
Stop saying you know me you know you not gang
You stupid lil niggas its money fuck fame
I told you I'm him I won't say it again
Hop in the Audi I drive it so fast that bitch it be looking robotic
The way that I cook it up I am a Master Chef sauce it up like I am Gotit
We trap for this money we taking it overseas I need Arabian Saudi
I need that double R I need that Cullinan imma get rich like I'm Roddy

Purple lambo look like codeine
When I hit the gas it's morphine
We done came a long way from the nosebleeds
Stayed down with my dawgs now we OT