Testo Desires

Mike AMIRI jeans
Why I fiend for the racks
You gon' take your shots
I’m making peace with the bands
Fifa and that
I run it deep with the lads
Kicking the can
Shopping spree with the bag
Move in the night
I'ma switch it up if the mood isn't right
Faded in the club I might lose my sight
Racks on me, set me free
Trapped in time, we could do it all
Ducking from the feds I don't f*ck with the law
Running from my past I prey that I never fall
Chasing dead faces man I really want 'em all
Yaaah, yaaah
Everyday I swear I'm getting higher
I'm seeing dead faces in the fire
I got everything that she desires
Pedal to the metal burn the tires
I don’t wan' pretend
But sh*t
This b*tch she wan' pretend
I could show you places
And them places you won’t forget
I just want a Rolly on my wrist it drip baguettes
Cease all the stress ease all the rest

Mike AMIRI jeans
Why I fiend for the racks
You gon' take your shots
I’m making peace with the bands
Fifa and that
I run it deep with the lads
Kicking the can
Shopping spree with the bag