RamboDaDemon - 41150 Lyrics

G-Star on my jeans, huh, got Mike on my kicks (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm off of Perk, yeah, I'm taking these drugs till' I don't exist
Yeah, she wanna suck on my dick, treat her throat like the orphanage
Ice on my chain, hang around my neck like an ornament (ornament)
Yeah, all of my bitches, exotic, can't f*ck with no boring bitch
Yeah, she wanna be my wife, but she be on that hoeing shit
Yeah, we got the lean by them pints, you know I be pouring it
Yeah, she let me f*ck from the back while I was recording it
Yeah, you say you up on that block, we spinning your coordinates (ha, ha)
I'm back on that ballin' shit, huh (ha, ha)
This shit like a tournament, huh
Yeah, you better forfeit, huh, five bands on the whole fit (yeah, yeah)
I pulled up in a new whip, drive that bitch like I stole it (skrt, skrt)
Most of you niggas is pussy, I keep that choppa on me, bitch, I'm ready (I'm ready)
She said that she want some Louis, I told her, grab my card, yeah, It don't got no limit (skrt)
Just like my car, there's no limit (uh huh)
200 to dash, I be zippin' (I be zippin)
Need em' gone, give some bread to my hitman
Now the police don't know who done did it (yeah)
Get em' gone, we ain't leaving no trace (uh huh)
In this coupe, I don't really got space
Off of Xanny, I'm floating in space, huh
Got these niggas still walking in place, yeah (uh huh)
I'm on a whole nother level, huh
You think that you lit, but I'm better (I'm better)
Off the drugs, yeah, I'm heading to Mars, huh (Mars)
When we leave, we gon' leave in a shuttle
G-Star on my jeans, huh, got Mike on my kicks (phew)
Yeah, I'm off of Perk, yeah, I'm taking these drugs till' I don't exist (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, she wanna suck on my dick, treat her throat like the orphanage
Ice on my chain, hang around my neck like an ornament (ornament)
Tell these niggas mind they business
When I hop on a track I be shittin' (I be shittin)
Got yo wifey on dick, tryna kick it
She should know better, she know I be pimpin' (I pimp)
Throw them bands in the air, make her strip it
I keep a Glock, yeah, you know I ain't slippin
I keep a Glock, yeah, you know I'ma hit em
I be putting that on, I be drippin' (dripping)
G-Star on my jeans, huh, got Mike on my kicks
Yeah, I'm off of Perk, yeah, I'm taking these drugs till' I don't exist (don't exist)
Yeah, she wanna suck on my dick, treat her throat like the orphanage
Ice on my chain, hang around my neck like an ornament
All of my bitches, exotic, can't f*ck with no boring bitch (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, she wanna be my wife, but she be on that hoeing shit (she be on that hoeing shit)
Yeah, we got the lean by them pints, you know I be pouring it
She let me f*ck from the back while I was recording it (yeah, yeah)