Quiet
Supreme Cartel Fye
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Lyrics
I’m in Miami wit a whim whammie
All the bad vibes outside
Hop in the tessy you kno it’s electric
I’m charged up I’m bout to slyde
Don like Coreleone drippin in Louis Vuitton
Ovo I brought the drac inside
It’s way too big just to fit on my side
Got 762s fillin up the inside
Said I wouldn’t gone do it again
But guess what nigga you know I lied
Seem the account had a larger amount
Cuz i held it down my nigga I cried
Got water like fountain
A boogie I’m drownin
Forever I’m eating can’t go on a diet
We get to talking about mun yun
And them pussy niggas they get quiet
In My pockets got 10 bands
These boys soft as the tin man
Pocket rocket Issa gremlin
Gen 5 make a nigga do the gin dance
Laser and drum on tha shyt
I got that bih enhanced
Talking bout you gotta check
I gotta check
I need to see that shyt in hand
All of this money I’m making up off a reselling
It’s like I kno the print man
Money sinking in my pockets
Like quicksand
Just to pull
This shyt up out
I need 6 hands
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Them shyts deep
I do this shyt in my sleep
Get money rinse and repeat
Prada the lens
Louis v my feet
U cant afford my fee
Spider hoodie
Hellstar my ski
Belt buckle say Lv
Electrical Tesla
Pull up like beep beep
ATM I deplete
Keep shyt solid
Like a brick of concrete
John cena you can’t see me
I been doin this shit since I was 13
Everybody they know credit it’s king