Get Left

[Intro]

Aye, lemme hear dat hoe Jeff

[Chorus: Warhol.SS]

Speedy these bitches get left

Ain't got to tell them get right

You can get hit like a chef

Cookin this shit like a chef

Cookin this shit with the Tec

Bullets came right so hollow

Drop to her knees, she swallow

Tell me what you don’t know

I be dressed in all black like a crow

This Ricky on me when it’s cold

And this Dior on me but it’s old

I need Vintage Chanel for the season

And these niggas saw me, they seizin

I brought out $30k for no reason, no reason, no reason

I do this shit for the culture

And these niggas be biting they vultures

Fuck it I switched up the swag

Yeah I spent $20k on that tag

And I spent $40k on that bag

But they get extra racks for that vision

And these niggas hate for attention

[Verse 1: 2GramCam]

I got the drip like the mob boy

Hop in the coupe that a push start

I feel like Luke Im the damn father

Hit the trap like a gym gotta go harder

My diamonds aquamarine

I mix the Ricky McQueen

I trap in the hood so I fuck with the fiends

The gun to your head I might blow out your brains

My migo been calmin me down with those things

Trap jumpin lke a Mexican [?]

Im rockin this Gucci my bitch is Celine

Id rather go hard I like the finer things

Flooded my pinky with them diamond rings

Smokin this OG Im high as a plane

You reach for my chain you must be insane

I just copped the 40 the rollie was plain

Can't fuck with these niggas, these niggas is lame

Go get the bricks and cram them in the Range

100 round choppa don’t need no aim

Go get the money mother fuck the fame

Step in designer like I’m John Wayne

Play with me nigga I’m bringing the pain

Call the dope head when I sell the caine

[Chorus: Warhol.SS]

Speedy these bitches get left

Ain't got to tell them get right

You can get hit like a chef

Cookin this shit like a chef

Cookin this shit with the Tec

Bullets came right so hollow

Drop to her knees, she swallow

Tell me what you don’t know

I be dressed in all black like a crow

This Ricky on me when it’s cold

And this Dior on me but it’s old

I need Vintage Chanel for the season

And these niggas saw me, they seizin

I brought out $30k for no reason, no reason, no reason

I do this shit for the culture

And these niggas be biting they vultures

Fuck it I switched up the swag

Yeah I spent $20k on that tag

And I spent $40k on that bag

But they get extra racks for that vision

And these niggas hate for attention

[Verse 2: Warhol.SS]

Rock the Gucci with the ice

Mixing up the activist with Sprite

Sayin like brotha what is the price?

Hoe I need thirty thou for the face

Ain't no tellin [?]

Kickin back breakin diamond cigars

Rollin up the OG out the jar

More gelato you know I need flavors

Can't imagine myself on them papers

And my neighbors, yeah they know

I be geekin, that’s fasho

Buy Canadian Goose when it snow

And decided to fuck with the bowl

Remember nights always grippin that pole

Might pop me a nigga, he fold

And them ops, he do it, he gone

And Im rockin this Gucci cologne

Remember Mason all over my clothes

And this Fendi gone cover my hoes

Them bitches be doin the most

She get conversation out the most

Gone cop you a ticket, just sing, and we go

[Chorus: Warhol.SS]

Speedy these bitches get left

Ain't got to tell them get right

You can get hit like a chef

Cookin this shit like a chef

Cookin this shit with the Tec

Bullets came right so hollow

Drop to her knees, she swallow

Tell me what you don’t know

I be dressed in all black like a crow

This Ricky on me when it’s cold

And this Dior on me but it’s old

I need Vintage Chanel for the season

And these niggas saw me, they seizin

I brought out $30k for no reason, no reason, no reason

I do this shit for the culture

And these niggas be biting they vultures

Fuck it I switched up the swag

Yeah I spent $20k on that tag

And I spent $40k on that bag

But they get extra racks for that vision

And these niggas hate for attention