Walking on Water
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Yo, yo, uh
I got fiends selling their stamps (Fiends)
Loft on the millionth floor, Versace lamps (Peace)
Doing big boy shit, my feet up in the sand
Vintage beach, I'm greeting fans
We came from letting ninas blam (Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo)
The block was so hot, I caught a heat stroke on speed boats
Vlone jean jacket and Gucci peacoats
We still got dope from Puerto Rico (Puerto Rico)
Phone ringing in the meeting
As long as I'm alive, I bet we eating (Eating)
It ain't a secret, we rich
Used to play the corners, hitting licks (Hitting licks)
Air Forces, the whole kit (The whole kit)
Call the coroner, he hit (He hit)
Red tar tees, eighty-two degrees
I know niggas with degrees
And still sell dope, could've been in the league (Woo)
Played the corner 'til it bleed
Shit that I witnessed, you wouldn't believe (You wouldn't believe)
Yo, yo, the shit that I witnessed, you
Wouldn't believe (You wouldn't believe)
Yo, yo (You wouldn't believe)
The shit that I witnessed, you wouldn't believe (Yo, yo)
Quarter million dollar Vs in imported keys (Imported keys)
The laid out crease, my maid, she Vietnamese
She like to argue with my bitch from Queens (Word)
I'm built for Cuban links, auntie shooting up in front the sink
She nodded off 'fore I could even blink
I had the forty in my mink
Bad bitches, they tryna link
In one note, my spade bottles pink (My spade bottles pink)
Russian creams and gelato weed
These hoes think I hit the lottery (I hit the lottery)
These just results, I'm turning one to two
S550s and Bentley trucks when we coming through (Skrrt)
Young rich niggas, but we gunners too (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
We still hood, I play my numbers too (Play my numbers too)
Uh, rest in peace to, I rock my runners too (R.I.P.)
We just your everyday drug dealers, uh
We just your everyday drug dealers