Stripes Like Burberry

(专辑： Pluto x Baby Pluto - 2020)

DJ Escomoe City, the coolest DJ on the motherfucking planet (Oh)
Escomoe free (Oh)

I been looking at the sun, but can't worry
I'm my mama oldest son, can't get buried
I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry
I might pop a fuck nigga, yeah, like a wheely, yeah
I'm used to the murder, I'm from Philly
Money man, my money rubber banding, shit get silly
I used to drink the color purple, my plug ain't seal it

Taking out two hundred at a time, stacked to the ceiling
I got me a brand-new coupe and I took off the ceiling
These boys not, uh, on my level, live on top of the building (Yeah)
In the penthouse playing with a hundred like woah, I ain't got no feelings
In the penthouse playing with a hundred like woah
Big old bag like woah
Get that cash like woah
Snakes in the grass, got more
Everything I say gon' go
Platinum Rollie, no gold
Told my girl fast and slow
You know how life goes
Man, I got the best, I can't worry
Yeah, I can end your whole history
Looking in my eyes, you see a demon, flames like fury
Just act like everybody in the game, she said that y'all can share me
See I got the foreign cars, my niggas got foreigns and you know they is not holding shit
See me pulling up, that boy got a foreign and you know that bitch got the ownership
And if I'm in the passenger seat, you know that I got a thirty clip
And look at these niggas, they acting like gangsters, but they really just on some phony shit
See, I been in the field for a long time
Bad bitches try to fuck on me, I remember when they ain't pay me no mind
I remember when these boys tried to take me off my grind
I remember when these boys said that I would be nothing
I remember when I had no money and I needed a lil' fronting
I remember before hundred percent, my boys got the work, had to cut it
I remember I started running this shit, you know I'm gonna keep running it
Niggas, they mad 'cause I'm still sixteen when it comes to this

I been looking at the sun, but can't worry
I'm my mama oldest son, can't get buried
I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry
I might pop a fuck nigga like a wheely, yeah
I'm used to the murder, I'm from Philly
Money man, my money rubber banding, shit get silly
I used to drink the color purple, my plug ain't seal it
I been looking at the sun, I can't worry
I'm my mama oldest son, can't get buried
I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry
I might nail a bad, bad bitch like a hammer, yeah
I'm used to the murders, I'm from Atlanta, yeah
All these bands I'm having, bitch getting silly, yeah
I just popped your bitch like a wheelie, yeah

Got on baguetties like I been surfing, yes, I made it out that dirt
Friends or foes, you never know, put your face on a shirt
Knocking it straight out the park, yeah, shopping as soon as we land
Sipping on mud like a trap star, it's a gift, I count my blessings
In the penthouse playing with a hundred like woah
Big old bag like woah
Have a rack go attack like woah
A whole lot of bitches on go
A whole lot of bitches on go
Platinum chain on glow
How many niggas you drop this week?
They'll never let that go
Shit getting whacked, nigga tryna get bands
Streets getting bloody for these bands
Too corrupted, you can't be caring
Hit him in the public, topped him and ran
Flooding the ice 'cause the pain it take
Need a new safe to hide all this cake, yeah
Due to the fact I hustle, I get litty
Putting prices on your head like Frank Nitty, yeah
Niggas get killed on camera in my city
When I got them bands, I can't worry

I been looking at the sun, I can't worry
I'm my mama oldest son, can't get buried
I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry
I might nail a bad, bad bitch like a hammer, yeah
I'm used to the murders, I'm from Atlanta, yeah
All these bands I'm having, bitch getting silly, yeah
I just popped your bitch like a wheelie, yeah

As long as I got these bands, ain't no worries
Make your bitch my number one fan and rock my jersey
And the way I shoot my shot, oh yes, I'm Curry
I'm my mama oldest child, can't get buried
And a nigga got more stripes in the streets than Burberry