Crystal pistol, fists full of real jewels, yeah
Two C's on my ear stretchers that's the channel tunnel
Ferragamo and fur belts making your girl melt, what?
Mac on my dresser
Not a clip or a strap
It's your girls lipstick
Making her lips sink
I want Shrubby, making your heart sink
Gucci handcuffs for a slut with a daddy kink
Suicide, two tone, high stepping prime time
Catch me in the end zone, take your bitch and sip the wine
Mirror to my nose I ain't worried 'bout the drugs, no
Cherry dropping, bomb dropping, stomach steady molly popping
Tabs on my tongue from the bag from the back
Vision getting trippy like the red on my cash
50 in a stack, times 20, that's a grand
You counting plays, I'm counting up my cash
Rubber bands and duffel bags, in our lanes we whipping fast
Cruising out the city I ain't ever f*cking looking back
Me and Shrub can handle that
Take your bitch and pull off fast
She wanna come, ain't no f*cking kidnap, boy
Heron - Crystal Pistol, Gucci Handcuffs (feat. Prada Shy) Lyrics
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Crystal pistol, fists full of real jewels, yeah
Two C's on my ear stretchers that's the channel tunnel
Ferragamo and fur belts making your girl melt, what?
Mac on my dresser
Not a clip or a strap
It's your girls lipstick
Making her lips sink
I want Shrubby, making your heart sink
Gucci handcuffs for a slut with a daddy kink
Suicide, two tone, high stepping prime time
Catch me in the end zone, take your bitch and sip the wine
Mirror to my nose I ain't worried 'bout the drugs, no
Cherry dropping, bomb dropping, stomach steady molly popping
Tabs on my tongue from the bag from the back
Vision getting trippy like the red on my cash
50 in a stack, times 20, that's a grand
You counting plays, I'm counting up my cash
Rubber bands and duffel bags, in our lanes we whipping fast
Cruising out the city I ain't ever f*cking looking back
Me and Shrub can handle that
Take your bitch and pull off fast
She wanna come, ain't no f*cking kidnap, boy
Two C's on my ear stretchers that's the channel tunnel
Ferragamo and fur belts making your girl melt, what?
Mac on my dresser
Not a clip or a strap
It's your girls lipstick
Making her lips sink
I want Shrubby, making your heart sink
Gucci handcuffs for a slut with a daddy kink
Suicide, two tone, high stepping prime time
Catch me in the end zone, take your bitch and sip the wine
Mirror to my nose I ain't worried 'bout the drugs, no
Cherry dropping, bomb dropping, stomach steady molly popping
Tabs on my tongue from the bag from the back
Vision getting trippy like the red on my cash
50 in a stack, times 20, that's a grand
You counting plays, I'm counting up my cash
Rubber bands and duffel bags, in our lanes we whipping fast
Cruising out the city I ain't ever f*cking looking back
Me and Shrub can handle that
Take your bitch and pull off fast
She wanna come, ain't no f*cking kidnap, boy
Writer: Wolfgang Beaumont, Adam Whawell
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