Testo Van Cleef Poppin

Yeah, yeah
Brrr
Yeah, yeah

And these racks ain't stopping, got these bitches falling out of my pocket, huh
Lil' bitch, I'm popping, know a couple niggas wanna pop me, huh
Got some niggas wanna copy, left wrist went Van Cleef popping, huh
You sitting on your ass, lil' baby, I'ma take her shopping, huh
In the back of the Rolls truck, I'm nodding off
Let's get it on, pussy nigga, let's play ball
Free my niggas from them shackles, fuck the law
Free Sosa, yeah, he short, but this money tall
Colorblind when it's not the money
Slime his ass like his nose runny
Nigga, wake up and get the money
Nigga, wake up and smoke the finest
With thе freaks, I'ma keep it a hundred
Nigga, all of my diamonds stunning
She gon' еat me up until the morning
I used to be broke, I was too bummy
Chew them Percs just like some gummies
Have my nigga run you down, get to gunning, yeah Wrap it up just like a mummy
I'm a millionaire, dummy
I'm off of that white with them snow bunnies
His pockets so crummy
She hop on that dick and get to jumping
I'ma have my nigga slap him, shell cases get to dumping
Bullets flying everywhere, we gon' put him in the air
Stack my money, need some stairs, 'cause this shit get overwhelming
And these niggas keep on telling, that's why we gon' leave him smelling

And these racks ain't stopping, got these bitches falling out of my pocket, huh
Lil' bitch, I'm popping, know a couple niggas wanna pop me, huh
Got some niggas wanna copy, left wrist went Van Cleef popping, huh
You sitting on your ass, lil' baby, I'ma take her shopping, huh

YSL on my denim, stuff them racks up in
Came through this bitch trim than a fucking lambchop, yeah
We gon' handle the smoke, pussy, we don't call cops
Came through bitch in a double M, a drop-drop
God made me a millionaire, praise to Allah
I'm in Magic City throwing racks at these strippers
Free all my niggas and kill all the snitches
I'm the one investing in all my killers
Mask off, his last fight was his killer
Hang around felons and drug dealers
Fighting my case with these fuck niggas
Watch out for snakes, I don't trust niggas
When I flash out, just wanna bust, nigga
Turn his ass into some dust, nigga
Red key, I'm in track mode
When I'm in the back, I'm in relax mode
Sipping out of champagne flutes with a black ho
Tryna fuck your mama, I'm in that mode
Pockets full just like a fat ho

And these racks ain't stopping, got these bitches falling out of my pocket, huh
Lil' bitch, I'm popping, know a couple niggas wanna pop me, huh
Got some niggas wanna copy, left wrist went Van Cleef popping, huh
You sitting on your ass, lil' baby, I'ma take her shopping, huh
(Ayy, Geo got them bands, huh?)