Текст песни Blake Griffin (feat. Doe Boy) - Yung Mal
I
got
Pyrex
on
my
beat,
so
you
know
it
cost
a
whole
lot
(A
lot)
Don't
play
with
opps,
they
drop
the
dot
We
pull
straight
up,
we
stop
and
pop
(Grrah,
grrah)
The
spot
got
pounds,
they
thought
I
crop
(Yeah)
Watch
him,
that
boy
talk
to
cops
(Watch
him)
My
wrist,
it
got
a
lot
of
rocks
(Wrist)
My
foreign,
it
do
tricks
(Do
tricks),
watch
the
top
drop
(Yeah)
Ask
me
what
her
top
cost
Don't
do
no
dates,
no
Top
Golf
(Nope)
I
spent
racks
on
one
cross
(Racks)
I
could've
bought
a
Trackhawk
(Yeah)
My
brother,
he
send
packs
out
(Yeah)
New
condo,
my
shit
laid
out
(Uh-huh)
I
been
balling
on
'em
(Duh)
I
get
money
like
I'm
Blake
now
(Cash)
I
got
bands
in
my
bank
account
(Bands)
Got
young
niggas
ready
to
take
you
out
(Uh-huh)
Whack
him
since
he
chasing
clout
(Whack
him)
Racks
stackin',
shit
just
pilin'
(Racks)
Don't
got
no
stylist,
drip
for
real
like
Thousand
Island
(Drip)
And
my
diamonds,
they
might
blind
you
(Yeah)
Shooters
in
front,
got
some
behind
me
(On
God)
Damn,
I
took
off
perfect
timing
Catch
a
flight,
I'm
flying
private
(Whew)
Catch
him
lacking,
line
him
(Hah)
He
went
missing,
they
can't
find
him
(Pussy)
I'm
in
the
back
of
the
'Bach
reclining
(Uh-huh)
My
prices,
they
just
keep
getting
higher
(Yeah)
All
these
checks
keep
getting
wired
(Yeah)
Bitch,
I
got
this
shit
on
fire
(Hot)
I
got
Pyrex
on
my
beat,
so
you
know
it
cost
a
whole
lot
(Mhm)
Don't
play
with
opps,
they
drop
the
dot
We
pull
straight
up,
we
stop
and
pop
(Woah)
The
spot
got
pounds,
they
thought
I
crop
(Yeah)
Watch
him,
that
boy
talk
to
cops
(Watch
him)
My
wrist,
it
got
a
lot
of
rocks
(Wrist)
My
foreign,
it
do
tricks
(Do
tricks),
watch
the
top
drop
(Yeah)
Ask
me
what
her
top
cost
Don't
do
no
dates,
no
Top
Golf
I
spent
racks
on
one
cross
(Racks)
I
could've
bought
a
Trackhawk
My
brother,
he
send
packs
out
New
condo,
my
shit
laid
out
(Let's
go,
Beezy)
I
been
balling
on
'em
(Doe
Beezy)
I
get
money
like
I'm
Blake
now
(Cash,
Doe
Beezy,
yeah)
I
get
money
like
I'm
Blake
now
(Doe
Beezy)
You
rockin'
designer
from
last
year,
That
shit
played
out
(Haha,
really?)
Pussy
niggas
put
they
racks
up,
I
bring
the
gang
out
(Gang,
gang)
When
we
was
young,
we
had
bangouts,
Now
we
bring
them
K's
out
(Bah,
bah)
All
these
rap
niggas
ridin'
whips,
they
don't
own
shit
(Skrrt,
vroom)
Fifty
round
hanging
off
the
clip
when
I'm
in
Zone
6
It's
Cleveland
to
East
Atlanta,
we
on
Nose
Ave
to
that
1'5
(Nose
Ave)
Pussy
let
his
gun
fire,
but
it
don't,
count
ain't
nothin'
die
(Pussy)
I
got
Pyrex
on
my
beat,
so
you
know
it
cost
a
whole
lot
(A
lot)
Don't
play
with
opps,
they
drop
the
dot
We
pull
straight
up,
we
stop
and
pop
(Grrah,
grrah)
The
spot
got
pounds,
they
thought
I
crop
(Yeah)
Watch
him,
that
boy
talk
to
cops
(Watch
him)
My
wrist,
it
got
a
lot
of
rocks
(Wrist)
My
foreign,
it
do
tricks
(Do
tricks),
watch
the
top
drop
(Yeah)
Ask
me
what
her
top
cost
Don't
do
no
dates,
no
Top
Golf
(Nope)
I
spent
racks
on
one
cross
(Racks)
I
could've
bought
a
Trackhawk
(Yeah)
My
brother,
he
send
packs
out
(Yeah)
New
condo,
my
shit
laid
out
(Uh-huh)
I
been
balling
on
'em
(Duh)
I
get
money
like
I'm
Blake
now
(Cash)
Yeah,
Freebandz
Eskimo
Play
and
we
gon'
let
'em
go
Grr
Let
'em
know,
hahaha
You
dig?
Puttin'
you
down
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