Big Ass Bracelet

(альбом: Peace "Fly" God - 2022)

As I look back, I watch him board the plane
Ayo, ayo
Brra
Brra
Ayo, ayo, ayo

Three stripes on the Gucci
Lyrics back to back, 63s, we all had Uzis (Skrrt)
Selene knee-highs over the face, looking spooky
If you ever bought a three for fifty, nigga, you knew me (Nigga, you knew me)
In the ghetto, AP strapped the coke out a soupie (Whip)
Neck full of Veert pearls, looking all bougie
Greeted my fiends with "As-salamu alaykum"
Moms was a basehead, could blame it on Reagan
What if I tell you drug dealers God's favorite?
Three hunnid for the plate and didn't taste it (Uh-uh)
You ever left a tip so big, you fuck the waitress? (Woo)
I rock my DOOM Dunks with red laces
I pray for my niggas with Fed cases
Who that nigga in that big ass bracelet?
Ayo, looking like a Margiela model at the Guggenheim (Ah)
Turned three to eight, that shit too divine (Width)
Chrome Heart goggles like I'm scuba diving
Hermès seats, it look like the coupe was flying (Skrrt)
On the counter, never knew my life would turn this great
Drunk so much Chase, I threw up my Papi Steak (Ah)
Anybody violate, I annihilate (Boom, boom, boom)
I switched the band on the Dick, you rocking time today
I could've fucked your bitch but I don't got the time today (I don't got the time today)
Tie everybody up, we gotta find the yay (We gotta find the yay)
Jamaican tank top, Jean-Paul Gaultier (Woo, brra)
Airholes on the TEC (Woo, brra) fuck nigga, I don't play (Brr)
Three stoves in the kitchen, two in the basement
Who that nigga in that big ass bracelet?

They wire the money now, they used to wire the room (We was)
We was cutting dog food out designer balloons (Inshallah)
I was praying in the dirt one day I bloom (Haha)
Become Hov in a metal mask, I be Shawn DOOM (We die big)
We live enormous, you die big or you die alone (Brra, bah, bah,)
Either way you die alone, my shooter Pat Mahomes (Brr)
My bullet thrower
I was court-side watching Syracuse play Villanova (Go)
I flew here straight from a vineyard in Sonoma (Woo)
Talking cocaine around weed growers (Haha)
Bitch, I just had dinner across the room from Oprah
My young boy jumped out in Giuseppe Cobras and the snow dumping (Brrra)
This shit is nothing, these pussy niggas bluffing (Woo, go)
Every issue get aired out or cleared up (Yeah)
Chanel prayer rug, my bitch said I ain't there enough
I rolled up twenty bands, put it in her hair and told her "Wear it up" (Told her put her bun up)
You need to praise God and fear us (You should)
Find the illest, who dope then?
I end them niggas with two shakes of a goat pen
I wrote this in the kitchen over the stove while the dope was spinning (Woo)
They shot him through the door while he was opening it (Brra, nah, bah)
Stove Jesus on the cross screaming "No forgiveness" (No forgiveness)
No forgiveness, this is Louis loafer living
They said it's no way out (Haha)
But Puff backyard got the ocean in it
I just hope you can swim, nigga
Stove

It must be crack
Got me selling all my clothes
Spending all my dough
It must be crack
Got me knocking at your window at three in the morning
Talking 'bout
They know I got two loves
Man, get the fuck outta here
Even when them hustling days are gone
Crack was by my side still holding on
Even when them twenties stop spinning (Hahaha)
Crack, it be with me, disappear
Crack still be here, it must be crack