In a coupe with a whole lotta bitches
Play with the gang that's a whole lotta stitches
Big ass clip it's a whole lotta inches
Cleaning his crew like a whole lotta dishes
Finding Nemo, he gon' sleep with the fishes
I don't want your shawty I don't want your mistress
Got blue and red shooters I feel like the pistons
My niggas they moving that weight like the benching
Shooters, tighten your screw with the tool no wrenches
Like World War Two my guys in the trenches
Diamonds on my neck and you know that they drenching
Smoking your mans I don't care if you miss him
Got a ACOG scope you know I wasn't missing
Cartier frames, 20/20 vision
This shit not a game but I'm on a mission
Niggas be broke on they ass and they wishing
But I make it look easy no competition
At your front door like I got petitions
They believing in me like superstitions
Oh Yeah
All these bands gotta rake it out
Never doubted that I was gon' make it out
Melo hesitation, fake a nigga out
Chopper named Christian Mingle take a nigga out
On preheat, bake a nigga out
New Chanel runners gotta go break em' out
Found out where he live, so we gonna stake him out
In the field with the snakes so I brought me some cleats, and a big ass XD
So if he try me we gon put him to sleep
I hop in the Benz, I feel like Lil Peep
Walk out of Neimans, had a couple bags on me
Keep a strap cause I don't like no hands on me
She keep looking at me cause I got some bags on me
You don't play in the game you in the stands homie
Got bands on me yeah, bands on me (Hollup)
Tec turn a nigga to a zombie (Hollup)
Helmut lang ain't no Ambercrobie
Not on me
In a coupe with a whole lotta bitches
Play with the gang that's a whole lotta stitches
Big ass clip it's a whole lotta inches
Cleaning his crew like a whole lotta dishes
Finding Nemo, he gon' sleep with the fishes
I don't want your shawty I don't want your mistress
Got blue and red shooters I feel like the pistons
Heycartier - Whole Lotta! Lyrics
Heycartier - Whole Lotta! Lyrics
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In a coupe with a whole lotta bitches
Play with the gang that's a whole lotta stitches
Big ass clip it's a whole lotta inches
Cleaning his crew like a whole lotta dishes
Finding Nemo, he gon' sleep with the fishes
I don't want your shawty I don't want your mistress
Got blue and red shooters I feel like the pistons
My niggas they moving that weight like the benching
Shooters, tighten your screw with the tool no wrenches
Like World War Two my guys in the trenches
Diamonds on my neck and you know that they drenching
Smoking your mans I don't care if you miss him
Got a ACOG scope you know I wasn't missing
Cartier frames, 20/20 vision
This shit not a game but I'm on a mission
Niggas be broke on they ass and they wishing
But I make it look easy no competition
At your front door like I got petitions
They believing in me like superstitions
Oh Yeah
All these bands gotta rake it out
Never doubted that I was gon' make it out
Melo hesitation, fake a nigga out
Chopper named Christian Mingle take a nigga out
On preheat, bake a nigga out
New Chanel runners gotta go break em' out
Found out where he live, so we gonna stake him out
In the field with the snakes so I brought me some cleats, and a big ass XD
So if he try me we gon put him to sleep
I hop in the Benz, I feel like Lil Peep
Walk out of Neimans, had a couple bags on me
Keep a strap cause I don't like no hands on me
She keep looking at me cause I got some bags on me
You don't play in the game you in the stands homie
Got bands on me yeah, bands on me (Hollup)
Tec turn a nigga to a zombie (Hollup)
Helmut lang ain't no Ambercrobie
Not on me
In a coupe with a whole lotta bitches
Play with the gang that's a whole lotta stitches
Big ass clip it's a whole lotta inches
Cleaning his crew like a whole lotta dishes
Finding Nemo, he gon' sleep with the fishes
I don't want your shawty I don't want your mistress
Got blue and red shooters I feel like the pistons
Play with the gang that's a whole lotta stitches
Big ass clip it's a whole lotta inches
Cleaning his crew like a whole lotta dishes
Finding Nemo, he gon' sleep with the fishes
I don't want your shawty I don't want your mistress
Got blue and red shooters I feel like the pistons
My niggas they moving that weight like the benching
Shooters, tighten your screw with the tool no wrenches
Like World War Two my guys in the trenches
Diamonds on my neck and you know that they drenching
Smoking your mans I don't care if you miss him
Got a ACOG scope you know I wasn't missing
Cartier frames, 20/20 vision
This shit not a game but I'm on a mission
Niggas be broke on they ass and they wishing
But I make it look easy no competition
At your front door like I got petitions
They believing in me like superstitions
Oh Yeah
All these bands gotta rake it out
Never doubted that I was gon' make it out
Melo hesitation, fake a nigga out
Chopper named Christian Mingle take a nigga out
On preheat, bake a nigga out
New Chanel runners gotta go break em' out
Found out where he live, so we gonna stake him out
In the field with the snakes so I brought me some cleats, and a big ass XD
So if he try me we gon put him to sleep
I hop in the Benz, I feel like Lil Peep
Walk out of Neimans, had a couple bags on me
Keep a strap cause I don't like no hands on me
She keep looking at me cause I got some bags on me
You don't play in the game you in the stands homie
Got bands on me yeah, bands on me (Hollup)
Tec turn a nigga to a zombie (Hollup)
Helmut lang ain't no Ambercrobie
Not on me
In a coupe with a whole lotta bitches
Play with the gang that's a whole lotta stitches
Big ass clip it's a whole lotta inches
Cleaning his crew like a whole lotta dishes
Finding Nemo, he gon' sleep with the fishes
I don't want your shawty I don't want your mistress
Got blue and red shooters I feel like the pistons
Writer: Ricky Shanklin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid