The Warehouse

(albüm: VICES - 2023)

Bring some warmth with the music
La Música de Harry Fraud

Everybody wanna be fast, see the cash
Fuck around with the stash, get a heat rash
Everything in Jet Life, way we smash
Double pane glass, call phone in the S-class
Fundamental balling like a chest pass
Layup drill, I'm a player for real
A display of my skills'll give yo' bitches the chills
Buttons on the wheels, letters in the grill
Let her see the letters, she wondering how I feel
Get your ass in the seat, you mashing with me
Parked up, sparked up, where them niggas can't be
There can never be no access for the weak
Gang sour, overpower if you sweet
My team in the finals and we going for the sweep
Tape CDs, vinyls, MP3s
Loaded USBs, crack vials in the streets

I don't know
Whoever you are, we need you to gain access to the warehouse
We gon' move these from there and put them over here
We'll build a building and tie that over there
Telling you too much anyway

Broken glass everywhere
If it ain't about no money, dawg, I just don't care
Smoking on the sticky in the Chevy Bel Air
Wind blowing and I'm just admiring her hair
She a cold one, but I'm not sure if she real
We'll know when she start bringing some money up in here
Tear it in, the ice thin
She expect a free ride cause her ass fat and her waist slim, baby girl
I know a whole bunch of them
And if they wasn't born with it, then the surgeon put it in
Fuck it, though
My Cuban link, yellow gold
Diamond flooded kilo
They fucked up when they gave us enough time to reload
Now it's a whole bunch of overturned vehicles
Sirens whining like cranky 3-0s
I'm laid up watching "Dirty Dancing" in the winter home

I'm a drug addict
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