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Cullinan

 

Cullinan

(album: While You Wait For J.A.W.S. - 2022)


Pack still coming in
Park that Lambo Urus by the Cullinan
Front him 'til the first time that he fumbling
Then set him up a couple times, it's humbling
I'ma get it on my own, there's so few I could really trust
Feel like Chris Tucker, obvious that I've been in a rush
If it ain't about a M plus, ain't nothing to discuss
Must be celibate or something 'cause they ain't fucking with us

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

When you hustle all the time, there's no such thing as clocking in
If my homie miss the first time, he spin the block again
Thought I'm Jadakiss and Styles P, the way I'm locking in
Told her, "Throw 'way that Balenciaga, we can't rock with them"
And a thousand horsepower only thing I'm hopping in
You can't hop up on this Pete Davidson, you not Kim
Rappers dissing me and hoping that they gon' be hot for ten
If I put you in the scope, you ain't gon' ever pop again
Never hit my bitch, just knock that pussy out the bedframe
Painting on the wall, that came from Wes Lang
Only court they catch me in is courtside at the Nets game
Came from nothing, but I want everything

Pack still coming in
Park that Lambo Urus by the Cullinan
Front him 'til the first time that he fumbling
Then set him up a couple times, it's humbling
I'ma get it on my own, there's so few I could really trust
Feel like Chris Tucker, obvious that I've been in a rush
If it ain't about a M plus, ain't nothing to discuss
Must be celibate or something 'cause they ain't fucking with us

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ayy

Got them packs coming in and out, we took the paper route
Had a shootout at my hood and I barely made it out
All in, just me and my kin, stolo, flip the van
Make you dizzy how I spin again, then I spin again
Sorry grandma, I sinned again, how could I pretend?
Rolling over in your grave 'bout the way that I came in
I was on demon time 'fore that nigga clocked in
Would've thought I was a janitor, I snuck the mop in
Said I couldn't bring my chopper, so I snuck the Glock in
Snow bunnies in the drop top, I told her, "Hop in"
Porn stars, on that bullshit like Dennis Rodman
I be counting all my numbers, you don't want them problems

Pack still coming in
Park that Lambo Urus by the Cullinan
Front him 'til the first time that he fumbling
Then set him up a couple times, it's humbling
I'ma get it on my own, there's so few I could really trust
Feel like Chris Tucker, obvious that I've been in a rush
If it ain't about a M plus, ain't nothing to discuss
Must be celibate or something 'cause they ain't fucking with us

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