| Brr
|
| Brr, brr, brr
|
| Ayo
|
| I’m at the Fontainebleau, Prada mountain boots
|
| Silk collars I’m gettin' fed trough, see through Chanel visors (Ah)
|
| Rose a stone out my stove, I parked the Range Rover (Skrrt)
|
| Mini TEC and the Grateful Dead Mike Amiri’s (Brr, brr)
|
| Avant-garde with Arm & Hammer, Peace Allah (Peace)
|
| We chasin' niggas down in new muse sandals, coke in a straw (Boom boom boom
|
| boom boom boom boom boom)
|
| Havin' visions out the Wang goggles, I seen Gianni
|
| He told me I got the illest shit ever, don’t let 'em copy (Ah)
|
| Your rhymes funeral, mine’s beautiful
|
| Many TECs and Avirexes, cross my heart, yo, I be flexin' (Brr, brr, brr)
|
| Chrome Heart jeans with the crosses on the knees, don’t make me stretch ya (Ah,
|
| boom boom boom boom boom)
|
| From twelve to twelve, he study one-twenty lessons (Doot doot, ah) |