Cartier Glass lyrics

[Intro]
Back in traffic right now
(Ayy, CakeBoy)
Shouts out my broski (CakeBoy Bally)

[Chorus]
Dreads, braid to the back
Cartiers on me, clear as glass
Racks on me, keep drip on my ass
Glock rotation, ready to warm anything
Rock a lot of ice 'til it freeze up the drain
Sendin' out bags, put a patty on a plane
Say I'm out in Beijing, yeah, them folks insane
Young and rich, can't slander our name
I done seen broke hoes, hatin' hoes and messy hoes
Won't pull up with bro if he don't match my b-roll
Break the internet, it's time to go up on these lil' hoes
My mindset been a check, it's up and it's stuck on the chicken wing hoes

[Verse 1]
A ho can run her mouth
But she damn sure ain't runnin' this
I don't want that clout
Get that sh*t and step on that
Watch me f*ck her mouth
Pass her right off to the bruh that's next (Shifted)
Fronted on so much money
They f*cked around and got lost in the check
I'm-I'ma air it up with a monkey and a TEC
Your crew doot-doot-dooted up
Everybody ass gon' remember that sh*t
Nah, I ain't change for sh*t
But I do got a Cartier wrist and b*tch
Big dawg ain't real Hood Baby? You trippin'
And I'm eatin' meals, not Kibbles & Bits
[Chorus]
Dreads, braid to the back
Cartiers on me, clear as glass
Racks on me, keep drip on my ass
Glock rotation, ready to warm anything
Rock a lot of ice 'til it freeze up the drain
Sendin' out bags, put a patty on a plane
Say I'm out in Beijing, yeah, them folks insane
Young and rich, can't slander our name
I done seen broke hoes, hatin' hoes and messy hoes
Won't pull up with bro if he don't match my b-roll
Break the internet, it's time to go up on these lil' hoes
My mindset been a check, it's up and it's stuck on the chicken wing hoes

[Verse 2]
You call cops, I shoot opps
Get a mil' and sign the block
f*ck your thots, I'm gettin' guap
And I pipe it, on my life
I'm still dodgin' crazy hoes
They know I caller ID my line (Let's go)
If they talkin' 'bout a mothaf*ckin' bag (Racks)
I might as well, they ain't gon' rely (Let's do it)
Broke, went to sleep with nothin' (Yeah)
Woke up, Saint Laurent (That's crazy)
With Ola, smokin' Runtz (Ola)
b*tches love YSL and Runtz
Old head burnt and still a street punk
White boy with me, I ain't talkin' 'bout junkies
Wanna get money? n*gga, come join me
Hood Baby lifestyle, n*gga, we up
[Chorus]
Dreads, braid to the back
Cartiers on me, clear as glass
Racks on me, keep drip on my ass
Glock rotation, ready to warm anything
Rock a lot of ice 'til it freeze up the drain
Sendin' out bags, put a patty on a plane
Say I'm out in Beijing, yeah, them folks insane
Young and rich, can't slander our name
I done seen broke hoes, hatin' hoes and messy hoes
Won't pull up with bro if he don't match my b-roll
Break the internet, it's time to go up on these lil' hoes
My mindset been a check, it's up and it's stuck on the chicken wing hoes