Luvcire - HELLA

Everyday, i'm gettin' high
I pop an oxy' and go to the sky
If he want beef, then he gonna die
He gonna fly
Shoot that boy right in his eye
I rock that cdg with the margiela
Racks, i got hella, i think i'm headed back to 'ella

Praising the highest, allah
I get to the racks a lot
Bought the impala, i swerve off the lot
Big ass fn and it got a red dot
Xd's and they bringin' that fye
I'm off that perc like three hundred and sixty-five
That boy a rat, he done told on the guys
Boy you shitty, i don't know why you try

Went and bought the- whoa
Went and bought the rolls-royce truck
Yeah we rich, we ain't giving no fuck
Picturе me going out bad over sluts
Bitch i flew way ovеrseas
And i'm gon' speed, right in that amg
Copped the z zero six, and i'm sliding
Walk up into saks fifth and i'm buying
She told me she love me, but lil' bitch, i know you lying
Off that x, i feel i'm flying
Bitch i'm off that perc, and i'm dying

Bitch i done traveled out the country and i'm popping tags
Bitch i done spent lotta racks
One hundred k right on the bag, rip off the tag
Spend it all, made it right back
Racks on sale, my racks so fat
Cook up i'm walter, breaking bad
Fucking that bitch, breaking backs
Keep the glock tucked, never lack