moncler drip - fat trel lyrics
[chorus]
moncler drip (the ‘cler drip)
exclusive gucci kicks (the gucci kicks)
my n-gg-s too legit (they too legit)
these n-gg-s new to this (they knew to this)
drac’, uzi clip (the uzi clip)
bad boujee b-tch (the boujee b-tch)
-ss super thick (it’s super thick)
a bag you could get (you could get)
ay, i got new balenciaga (the ‘aga)
new givenchy collar (the collar)
trappin’ winter to the summer (the summer)
let’s run up the numbers (the numbers)
let’s hook up some commas, baby (the commas, baby-baby)
ain’t no need for the conversation (no conversation)
she know she f-ckin’ with a baller, baby (the baller, baby)
[verse: fat trel]
the boy is so fresh, protecting my flex
hit me a lick, or go hit up my neck
ain’t taking no naps, no need no rest
i got some b-tches that’s down for the set
i come through and drip, the scene is wet
i got some sh-t, you ain’t seen it yet
switch on the glick, you ain’t seen the gat
i ain’t even hit the beam and gat, yeah
balenciaga out in guatemala
got a lot of models in givenchy, prada
most of my n-gg-s, the fed got ’em
walk into court with my red bottoms
i got plenty fendi, i got plenty semis
overseas, the off white henny
know the bleed, balmain denim
i know he got some codeine in ’em
i know he got us some pretty b-tches
coming from nothing but 36’s
f-ck the judge, that’s another sentence
no i can’t f-ck on them dirty b-tches
can’t put my trust in them dirty b-tches
i go to sleep with the bag on
i go to sleep with the ice on
i go to sleep with the beam on me
[chorus]
moncler drip (the ‘cler drip)
exclusive gucci kicks (the gucci kicks)
my n-gg-s too legit (they too legit)
these n-gg-s new to this (they knew to this)
drac’, uzi clip (the uzi clip)
bad boujee b-tch (the boujee b-tch)
-ss super thick (it’s super thick)
a bag you could get (you could get)
ay, i got new balenciaga (the ‘aga)
new givenchy collar (the collar)
trappin’ winter to the summer (the summer)
let’s run up the numbers (the numbers)
let’s hook up some commas, baby (the commas, baby-baby)
ain’t no need for the conversation (no conversation)
she know she f-ckin’ with a baller, baby (the baller, baby)
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