Submariner

Three A's in my skizzy and a max full of nines
Double barrel on me so I walk with a limp
Three A's in my skizzy and a max full of nines
Bricks came and them bricks gone the same night
Double barrel on me so I walk with a limp
Bitch you crazy if you askin' my type
Oh, they with you when you up, they ain't with you when you down
Same handguns, I got different rounds
Submariner on, I don't scuba dive
Thirty racks, not a chick in my Uber ride
Yo, gave half the country bullets, you can ask about me
He- headlines show I keep straps around me
Four-four flaps in my new ting
I bought two new guns then dropped ten on a new ring
We been getting money like Big Meech
I called the three-eight Bevo, it's filled with big teeth
One wrong move, you can lay where your friend is
I shot him on drug, then prayed for repentance
All this dirt on my hands, I need to wash it off
I had Uber drivers on the M flyin' half a box
I had bells in the dotty lookin' like Charlie Sloth
I pull up, let it slap, then I'm off
Bah
They must've thought that it's only rap
I'll stab my own friend up if that pussy try hold me back
We're rollin' strapped, keep the bouncers sweet
And like Young Smoke's G, I keep a thousand sweets
Three A's in my skizzy and a max full of nines
Bricks came and them bricks gone the same night
Double barrel on me so I walk with a limp
Bitch you crazy if you askin' my type
Oh, they with you when you up, they ain't with you when you down
Same handguns, I got different rounds
Submariner on, I don't scuba dive
Thirty racks, not a chick in my Uber ride
Yo, I came up like them lady boys in Thailand, it stays tucked
She loved the lifestyle, not knowing it's dangerous
This Russian make you gamble life like Vegas
Check my waistband, right now it's stainless
Patek five nine eight e stainless
Richard Mille, shit I need it in rose gold
My neck on froze same way my flow's cold
Coma pendants, leave us then your stones cold
Raised pointers cost more than fiddy
Wh- when you're broke, she don't give you jiggy-jiggy
My darg got ten years for serving nitties
All that oil, he ain't never sold a ditty
Yo, all these bricks we ain't building a house
Glock nineteen, sleep with it like my spouse
I slapped it in north, but I bought it in south
Remington shotgun, I call it Peter Crouch
Three A's in my skizzy and a max full of nines
Bricks came and them bricks gone the same night
Double barrel on me so I walk with a limp
Bitch you crazy if you askin' my type