Mist

歌詞

(O-kay) (O-kay) (O-kay) Ayy, ayy, EsDee (O-) La-la-lad, I'm ridin' with your bitch Got a tens in me pocket and bottle full of Tris (Tris) Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist (Wrist) Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah (Mist) Lad, I'm ridin' with your bitch Got a tens in me pocket and bottle full of Tris (Tris) Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist (Wrist) Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah (Mist) Night time and I'm creeping through the mansion (Mansion) Black gems on me neck stay dancin' Birds hit me line, spawn kill, stop campin' Backstage pass, 'cause I'm young and I'm handsome Got long black hair like an emo (Emo) Drugs all white, albino Rolling the Raws and I fill it with the green, bro Ice on my neck, stay cold, sub-zero (O-kay) Members only, you won't make it on the guest list Shout loud, make the crowd think I'm reckless Chrome on me wrist, cheque pendin' for the necklace Young Scouse kid, make it sound like I'm from Texas (Okay) Rocking like a star, coke for breakfast Cartier necklace, Kush, I'm obsessed with it Outside and we're posted with the members Pack landed, tellin' R kid, "Don't mess with it" We got tons of different flavours, we love gettin' in Came in the rave, popped pills and I'm settlin' Only eighteen, labels screaming, "Gotta get him in" Beef? Know I keep the metal in my hand like wedding ring Ten girls on my body, I'm feelin' rich today Ten girls on my body, my girl gon' crash out Put white in my city, it turned to Krakow My girl still get scared when I turn Snap maps off in the trap house (Okay) He's lit, but I ain't clockin' him All amped up, stand up, Chris Rockin' it Peckish till I'm dead, Rick Ross with it Lunch time, pop Sprite, gotta mix Wock' with it (Okay) La-la-lad, I'm ridin' with your bitch Got a tens in me pocket and bottle full of Tris (Tris) Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist (Wrist) Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah (Okay, mist) Lad, I'm ridin' with your bitch Got a tens in me pocket and bottle full of Tris (Tris) Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist (Wrist) Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah (Mist)