Artist: → Lil Altoid
{Intro: Colonel H. Stinkmeaner}
That’s like calling 1-800-collect-an-ass-whupping. And no, that ain’t no toll-free call, partner
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go (okay)
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go (yeah, okay)
{Chorus}
Dior, Balenci, Mike Amiri, got Fendi, got Prada
And I got Louis V, True on me, Gucci
Bitch you know I’m boutta bag Vespucci
Your money can’t get like this
Y’all niggas can’t drip like this
Your money can’t get like this
Y’all niggas can’t drip like this
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
{Verse 1}
I’m bout my green and I got the game on my back
Y’all niggas my seeds, no Bulbasaur
Speaking on me and my nigga just might get you killed
My name holding weight like Voldemort
New switch
Who you know with a stick like this
Two clips
Who gon’ air this bitch out like this
Got a chop in the back with the Glock with the beam
You is not with the gang you is not with the team
I been chilling with a bad bitch with her ass out
Third perc of the day make a nigga pass out
Got wraps in the back ’cause we finna gas out
And I gotta grab the mic ’cause I’m finna spazz out
Y’all niggas can’t drip like this, yeah, woah
Cuz lame niggas can’t get like this, yeah, yeah
{Chorus}
Dior, Balenci, Mike Amiri, got Fendi, got Prada
And I got Louis V, True on me, Gucci
Bitch you know I’m boutta bag Vespucci
Your money can’t get like this
Y’all niggas can’t drip like this
Your money can’t get like this
Y’all niggas can’t drip like this
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
{Verse 2}
If I say Ima slide Ima slide with a clip that’s as long as a ruler
My partner pull up pop-pop-pop your medulla
You wasn’t bout it boy you said you a shooter
But you was fumbling the Glock you a loser
Nigga my Glock got a switch
And I’m in a drop top with your bitch
You tattle-telling you a snitch
Murakami with the rick
If I’m out in UK I’m with my nigga Xav, we show out like the queen with the riches
I mix the Chrome with the Commes that’s why every time we out it equal me, Xav, plus some bitches
Dior, Balenci
Frankly I’m balling, Kaminsky
Tell that bitch nigga come get me
All of my Woadies got forties, but I might pull up with a fifty
{Chorus}
Dior, Balenci, Mike Amiri, got Fendi, got Prada
And I got Louis V, True on me, Gucci
Bitch you know I’m boutta bag Vespucci
Your money can’t get like this
Y’all niggas can’t drip like this
Your money can’t get like this
Y’all niggas can’t drip like this
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go