[Hook]
Brick on my chest is keeping me cool
I get on the jet I feel like a mule
So many niggas been gassing me pilot
Been flying in circles to burn off the fuel
Icicle drool because of how frozen the fronts
Upgraded the karats it's packing a punch
I fuck up a bag I'm back in a month
Give me a couple and I'm back with a bunch
[Verse: 1 Blvck Svm]
Yeah [?] got my car dashing, hella reality stars in the ceiling
The windows are tinted so niggas are squinting to see 'bout my linens
The Coogi is vintage the colors are vivid
I put on a pendant my sternum is livid
I'm selling my writtens
I done gave so many niggas a sentence I feel like a Clinton
Flipping my game I never been stuck in my ways
Use every bar it's nothing to waste
Blues in my jeans exposing my waist
The slithering snake to keep 'em in place
They biting they draining my wallet
So I been infusing the Cuban with garlic
I'm good with some people who slide if you spark it
Like me in the booth they hitting they targets
Big AP where the wrist go it got diagonal pointers like disco
I stay down like 10 toes, racks keep coming like nymphos, tenfold
Split 'em up quick with the kinfolk, sit up in the coupe with the
5P tint on the windows
Similar color the skin though, skeleton leather
The digital dash it look like Nintendo
Niggas been puffing extendo, foggin' my frames and optical windows
Got the Versace imprint on the sandals
Stuffing the cash in the walls like a bando
Shorty a gamble, I'm in a gambling mood
She told me to come get a sample
That pussy tighter than Iverson handle
Feel like the wax around candle
Don't mean to ramble
[Hook]
Brick on my chest is keeping me cool
I get on the jet I feel like a mule
So many niggas been gassing me pilot
Been flying in circles to burn off the fuel
Icicle drool because of how frozen the fronts
Upgraded the karats it's packing a punch
I fuck up a bag I'm back in a month
Give me a couple and I'm back with a bunch
[Outro]
Brick on my chest is keeping me cool
I get on the jet I feel like a mule
So many niggas been gassing me pilot
Been flying in circles to burn off the fuel
Icicle drool because of how frozen the fronts
Upgraded the karats it's packing a punch
I fuck up a bag I'm back in a month
Give me a couple and I'm back with a bunch, yeah
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