paroles de chanson Don't Try That! - Collusions!

I told her, baby, don't try that
Yeah don't you go behind my back
I know she want me for my cash
I got a hundred racks in my bag
She say, Lu, how much you spend on drank
Told the, lil' bitch, yeah, do the math
Smoking on dank and yeah, it stinks
Stink so much, you gon need a mask
I've been going for so long
Ball like I'm Boban
He flexing ones, come on
I'm speeding in a Tesla, Elon
Yeah, these fuckboys, they some peons
Money the only thing that we agree on
How you gonna diss but look like Neon
Brudda in the back yeah getting his geek on

Girl in the bed, yeah, getting her freak on
After I fuck, yeah, bitch, be gone
You could tell that's my girl, yeah
She'll have Celine on
Yeah, with a little bit of Moncler
I'm mixing brands I don't care
He said, Lu, how you rich it's not fair
I told the, motherfucker, yeah, I just do hair

I'm sipping the tuss, yeah the drank
Baby, I'm too high, I can't think
I respond to the DM, yeah, she gon' faint
She look at my pants and thought I spilled paint
Chrome heart shirt, only wore it once
Infinite money, glitch, have all the funds
Up, down, left, right, A, B
In a Porsche 911, you ain't seeing me
I'm dressing fresh, yeah, I'm keeping it clean
I'm kicking back, yeah, I'm popping the beans
I'm kicking back, yeah, I'm sipping my lean
I shop at Sacks, yeah, I don't fuck with shein
Pussy boy yeah dm me for a meme
Acting like he ain't just cop a feat
Shit's so crazy, bro
Hey, what'd I say

I told her, baby, don't try that
Yeah don't you go behind my back
I know she want me for my cash
I got a hundred racks in my bag
She say, Lu, how much you spend on drank
Told the, lil' bitch, yeah, do the math
Smoking on dank and yeah, it stinks
Stink so much, you gon need a mask
I've been going for so long
Ball like I'm Boban
He flexing ones, come on
I'm speeding in a Tesla, Elon
Yeah, these fuckboys, they some peons
Money the only thing that we agree on
How you gonna diss but look like Neon
Brudda in the back yeah getting his geek on