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Noah Carter

Gary Payton

 

Gary Payton


[Noah Carter:]
Tints in the back of the Benz
Chauffeur's white, windows African
Gang got opps on they toes
Foenem brawling, it won't happen again
I'm a starboy now
Running these racks up, in Thom Browne
Still don't do Amiri, door string striped like wedding gown
And I thought I was done in the streets
I just spent two nights stuck in the T
I can't help you get this pack off
I gotta get something to eat
And it's been too long
Wouldn't know what to do with that no more
Said it's been too long
I'ma need a trip out to Milan, ayy

Them boys said they want smoke I came with a chimney
Long nose like semi, pull up in a Bentley
Now I get the Emily, second on friendly
My word is my bond and my bread tings money, penny
That James like Benny
And the cuban, that's like ten G's
I bought a green t-shirt just to make that pop more gold
Oh, Lord forgive me
I put a hole in a nigga if I lock that gold, like really
Car dash like Kourtney
Sirens on wee-wee-wee
But really don't think that they saw me
I was in the park like Stormzy
Grabbing up trees like Mowgli

Tints in the back of the Benz
Chauffeur's white, windows African
Gang got opps on they toes
Foenem brawling, it won't happen again
I'm a starboy now
Running these racks up, in Thom Browne
Still don't do Amiri doorstring-striped like wedding gown
And I thought I was done in the streets
I just spent two nights stuck in the T
I can't help you get this pack off
I gotta get something to eat
And it's been too long
Wouldn't know what to do with that no more
Said it's been too long
I'ma need a trip out to Milan, ayy

[Benny Jamz:]
Sold drugs, but never my soul
Diamonds been going heavy on the gold
Shining regardless, yellow, white or rose
I've been living life with my woes
In Cali' living or the Cali-piffing
That's a different price for that smoke
Shoutout to my brodie Blocks (Yeah)
I put Gucci on these socks
I put LV on my back (Back)
I put Rollie on this watch (Shit)
And my young G stay so savvy
They get smoked hitting these opps
And shoutout to my OG Ali
Only VVS stoney rocks (No stress nigga)
Trust

[Noah Carter:]
Tints in the back of the Benz
Chauffeur's white, windows African
Gang got opps on they toes
Foenem brawling, it won't happen again
I'm a starboy now
Running these racks up, in Thom Browne
Still don't do Amiri doorstring-striped like wedding gown
And I thought I was done in the streets
I just spent two nights stuck in the T
I can't help you get this pack off
I gotta get something to eat
And it's been too long
Wouldn't know what to do with that no more
Said it's been too long
I'ma need a trip out to Milan, ayy

done

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