cartier lens

And yeah I seen his body drop, ayy, straight through them lens

Yeah I hop up out the truck gunning, shooting with both hands

Yeah this nigga think he counting money, until I pull up with them bands

I don't got no time for talking nigga, lets go band for band

Yeah we pull up with them drums and now we looking like a band

If I pull up with them packs, then Im going to need that cash In hand

If he talking all that shit, he better catch me when I land

'Cause Im pulling up with chops out and bussing at your mans

Ayy, stole his bitch and now Im fucking on her too

Ayy, you know Im counting green and pink and counting up some blues

Said he heard I fucked his bitch and now he asking "Is It true?"