Christofle Cutlery Lyrics

Youngins look up to me

Christofle cutlery

Got drip in the cold

I call that burr berry

Mama depend on me

I keep da pen on me

I watch out for jealousy

Fore they do me like Kennedy

It was pb&j now we by the lake , just ate a steak

My pockets too light ain't got time to snooze I can't take a break

I lost my mind when my granny died , i still ain't cried

I'm on a mission Shawty a thot I can't be kissing

I put a Louis bag on his head

niggas want clout I'll take the bag instead

I gotta Cuban chain on my neck

Can't chase a hoe while I'm chasin a check

nigga want smoke we can give it to him

them niggas fake we ain't messing with them

big bro that's family I'm sliding for him

If he in pain then I'm crying wit him

I did it wit god and on my solo

When I say solo mean dolo

White girl screaming out yolo

Feel like chief keef rocking polo

Want my money taller than bol bol

My drip ain't just about a logo

Thot keep tryna sneak a photo

Mess wit wavey that's a no go

What I do can be done by a few

Or by none

I'm only one

Chain look like the sun

Only son

I just started, I ain't done

Smell like ysl when I step

I'm the real

you the fake

You the rep

Chain so icy

Way too cold

Below zero

Check the temp