Could've Bought

(Album: No Hooks II - 2017)

I could've bought a Bentley, but instead I bought a cuban link
Told my jeweler fill it up with ice like a skating rink
Red bottoms cost 1500, bitch I'm stunting
And I'm feeling my Gucci cleats, watch me punt it
Could've bought a mansion, but instead I bought a drop top
If she ain't tryna fuck I kick her out and make her toe pop
I'm standing at the store, I'm whippin, tryna make this dope lock
My new car European, but I can turn into robot
We riding, lurking for the opps
And ducking the cops
Riding dirty, Glizzy Glocks with multiple shots
I pulled up to the parking lot, convertible drop
And then I leave the strip club with multiple thots
I buy the bar, drown the hoes with multiple shots
I'm getting dough, these niggas broke
That's all that you got?
She hit the thrax, damn near had a real asthma attack
We hit the club, VIP, we in back of the back
I heard this nigga talking smack
Get hit with the mac
I'm fucked that bitch from the back
Then I'm giving her back
We turn ya homie into a pack
Ain't no bringing him back
These Gucci sneakers cost a stack
Didn't mention a tax
Why these niggas envy?
Bitches I fuck plenty
Riding hemi, and I got my semi
Rolling hard I think I popped too many
I keep killers with me, G Unit
My mac clip hold a 50
Riding S550's, highspeed
Tell the police get up with me
I remember trapping out abandoned apartments
Do a hit then I reload my cartridge
Smoking stank, smell like somebody farting
Kicking bitches out this Ashton Martin
These choppas popping like we frying bacon
Smoking reefer like a young Jamaican
I done got your blood on my Margiella Masons
These bullets hit you, split you, leave you shaking
I brought my sack up in the club, let's get it cracking
We don't need security
We pistol packing
Left that boy up on the curb cause he was lacking
If a nigga want a verse you know I'm taxing

Pussy boy you acting, you ain't bout that action
We catch you in traffic with them ratchets
And turn up our savage
We gon let you have it
Check out my chain it cost me some change
Dare you try to snatch it
The bullet holes so big I put in your body
Doctors couldn't patch it
Bitch I'm laughing to the bank I got the biggest smirk
Sorry if I fucked your friend, baby I'm the biggest flirt
RIP, we gon put your face on a college shirt
Step to me, nigga you must want to get your feelings hurt
Who you be nigga? YSN, that 290 shit
Do you see niggas? hell nah I'm on my zombie shit
Boy if you don't duck, you fucked
Knock your head off your shoulders
I told her to suck and she did what I told her
You think we playing, hop up out that van
We might spray your mans
Choppa run, shoulda pulled up his pants
He didn't stand a chance
I'm skating like my chain wear Vans
Watch my diamonds dance
If you want beef, we gon put that shit in a frying pan
Baby I got bands up in my Trues
Christian Lou's
Bitch I spend 2 bands for these nice shoes
Breaking rules
Bitch I was the man up in high school
Starting selling dope, I didn't stand a chance up in high school
We kick yo door, bitch get on the floor
Nigga where the dough? if you know
Better let me know, or else Ima blow
The opps ain't on shit, they some hoes
Go look at the score
We been trapping that snow, selling blow by the corner store
GANG!