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Last Minute

 

Last Minute

(album: Clan Virus 2 - 2021)


V12, yeah I chose to go fast in it
Tinted up, bet I got something bad in it

Prada store, I go crazy like I'm mad in it
I can have a lot of bitches pull up at the last minute
Hanging with them lame ass niggas I can't bear with
I'll stuff four grams in my wood, I don't tear shit
Top of the mountain, big cabin, feel the air hit
Walk up in the bubble, half a million worth of bear bricks
Everywhere I go bitches asking who I'm there with
Whatchu mean who I'm with, bitch you too nosy

Run around the lobby like my brother first name Cody
Fuck it, run around the lobby like Mr. Moseby
Made another open nigga, I don't even wear Oakleys
Ride around with a ski mask like my name's Stokely
Niggas tryna give me game, but you can't coach me
Ride round on some bad grades like I didn't study
Got to dial all regardless, I don't need buddies
Niggas used to call me Pig, coat was too muddy

Closed the curtains in the double R, it got too sunny
Let these little niggas know what's up like I'm Bugs Bunny
Lotta blues and I still count it, it's that blood money
Told her if she love me gotta suck it till her nose runny
Dropped so many lines in this cup, damn I'm so clumsy
Said them VVS's but I doubt it, why they so fuzzy
Twelve hundred dollars on my feet, got my toes bloody
I been out cheating all day, hey I'm home honey

Yeah she kinda bad but I told her, it's the throat for me
In the A with Yachty, yeah I told em bring a boat for me
Got a lot of gas, make a bad bitch roll for me
Thirty two hundred dollar jacket, it got cold for me

Real stepper, I got coins on my toes
Bout to try being faithful, I got bored with these hoes
I ain't got to book the gear with these ho's
I won't let her spend the night, how you live with that hoe?
I ain't got a shit to give to these hoes
Make her leave in the same dress she came in
Everybody love me, they love me just like Raymond
Talk just like a shaman
Cartiers not no Raybans, bitch

Claiming that they real but they whole body fake
Woke up to the thickest bitches, let me be your prada bae
You can fuck, you can suck, I can't take you on no date
All my bitches mad about my other hoes, I need a break
Mike Amiri on my jeans, for my shirt I went Bape
Niggas clout chasing, pillow talking hoes, that shit gay
YSL, they gone walk me through the back, better not play
I'm in Prada, they keep yelling "Welcome back" like I'm Ma$e

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