Текст песни Collections - 22gz

Rolex, Ap, patik
Bow flex since I got the check
Counting bands
And I ain′t break a sweat

Matta Becky
Shorty gave me neck
Caught it on tape
Had to take the cassette

Catch a opp
Think the nigga dead
County jail I was calling collect
Now before my shows

I just come and collect
You ain't got bands you so stress
Niggas ain′t hitting that now flex
My shooters on go no old heads

Young niggas shooting like grown men
She a baba so you know the matta crazy
Little YaYa she willing to top the gang
Treat theta bitches like Blixky's

I got a pair
Ain't no cuffin
You buggin
Get outta here

Fuck a set back we a get back
Catch a head tap after head tap
Bring it to your door no gift rap
If he ain′t home we can spin back

Get hit wit this teck
Get put in a stretcher
Take you for ransom
No little tecka

Book for a show
Ima go and collect it
We sending shots
We ain′t typing a message

Hit up the jeweler
I need a Rollie with diamonds around it
Keep killers around me
Tell don't hit me till they catch a bounty

Nigga we bout it
Just like Odell we be spinning around it
Use to blow the allowance
Now I got bands

I′m dripping
I'm drowning
How you want smoke
Nigga you broke

I′m wit your bitch
Dick in her throat
Heard he a snitch
Slit up his throat

Nigga get spliffed
Turn to a ghost
You don't want me hit the Spaz button
All my sniper Blixky′s down to blast something

Running skipping to the bag on em
All a nigga know is keep this cash coming