Warhol.ss

"Get Left"

[Intro]
Aye, lemme hear dat hoe Jeff

[Chorus: Warhol.SS]
Speedy these b*tches get left
Ain't got to tell them get right
You can get hit like a chef
Cookin this sh*t like a chef
Cookin this sh*t with the Tec
Bullets came right so hollow
Drop to her knees, she swallow
Tell me what you don’t know
I be dressed in all black like a crow
This Ricky on me when it’s cold
And this Dior on me but it’s old
I need Vintage Chanel for the season
And these n*ggas saw me, they seizin
I brought out $30k for no reason, no reason, no reason
I do this sh*t for the culture
And these n*ggas be biting they vultures
f*ck it I switched up the swag
Yeah I spent $20k on that tag
And I spent $40k on that bag
But they get extra racks for that vision
And these n*ggas hate for attention


[Verse 1: 2GramCam]
I got the drip like the mob boy
Hop in the coupe that a push start
I feel like Luke Im the damn father
Hit the trap like a gym gotta go harder
My diamonds aquamarine
I mix the Ricky McQueen
I trap in the hood so I f*ck with the fiends
The gun to your head I might blow out your brains
My migo been calmin me down with those things
Trap jumpin lke a Mexican [?]
Im rockin this Gucci my b*tch is Celine
Id rather go hard I like the finer things
Flooded my pinky with them diamond rings
Smokin this OG Im high as a plane
You reach for my chain you must be insane
I just copped the 40 the rollie was plain
Can't f*ck with these n*ggas, these n*ggas is lame
Go get the bricks and cram them in the Range
100 round choppa don’t need no aim
Go get the money mother f*ck the fame
Step in designer like I’m John Wayne
Play with me n*gga I’m bringing the pain
Call the dope head when I sell the caine

[Chorus: Warhol.SS]
Speedy these b*tches get left
Ain't got to tell them get right
You can get hit like a chef
Cookin this sh*t like a chef
Cookin this sh*t with the Tec
Bullets came right so hollow
Drop to her knees, she swallow
Tell me what you don’t know
I be dressed in all black like a crow
This Ricky on me when it’s cold
And this Dior on me but it’s old
I need Vintage Chanel for the season
And these n*ggas saw me, they seizin
I brought out $30k for no reason, no reason, no reason
I do this sh*t for the culture
And these n*ggas be biting they vultures
f*ck it I switched up the swag
Yeah I spent $20k on that tag
And I spent $40k on that bag
But they get extra racks for that vision
And these n*ggas hate for attention


[Verse 2: Warhol.SS]
Rock the Gucci with the ice
Mixing up the activist with Sprite
Sayin like brotha what is the price?
Hoe I need thirty thou for the face
Ain't no tellin [?]
Kickin back breakin diamond cigars
Rollin up the OG out the jar
More gelato you know I need flavors
Can't imagine myself on them papers
And my neighbors, yeah they know
I be geekin, that’s fasho
Buy Canadian Goose when it snow
And decided to f*ck with the bowl
Remember nights always grippin that pole
Might pop me a n*gga, he fold
And them ops, he do it, he gone
And Im rockin this Gucci cologne
Remember Mason all over my clothes
And this Fendi gone cover my hoes
Them b*tches be doin the most
She get conversation out the most
Gone cop you a ticket, just sing, and we go

[Chorus: Warhol.SS]
Speedy these b*tches get left
Ain't got to tell them get right
You can get hit like a chef
Cookin this sh*t like a chef
Cookin this sh*t with the Tec
Bullets came right so hollow
Drop to her knees, she swallow
Tell me what you don’t know
I be dressed in all black like a crow
This Ricky on me when it’s cold
And this Dior on me but it’s old
I need Vintage Chanel for the season
And these n*ggas saw me, they seizin
I brought out $30k for no reason, no reason, no reason
I do this sh*t for the culture
And these n*ggas be biting they vultures
f*ck it I switched up the swag
Yeah I spent $20k on that tag
And I spent $40k on that bag
But they get extra racks for that vision
And these n*ggas hate for attention

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