Fuse

Ooo
Can't ride with ya, I'm too cool
Hunnid in the drum and I got it in the coupe
In the booth, I don't know nobody just this fuse
Still don't need em' racks, but I can't leave em' for you (Huh)
Ooo
Can't ride with ya, I'm too cool
Hunnid in the drum and I got it in the coupe
In the booth, I don't know nobody just this fuse
Still don't need em' racks, but I can't leave em' for you (Huh)

I feel like a king pin, Ivy Doom
Coming to you live with the gang and that's the truth
Addy in my system, so I'm smokin' him and you
Came up out the tomb, breathin' nothin' but these fumes
I don't know these pussy boys, I'm picky just the crew
If they want the smoke got my collection, they can choose
Rockin' Smith & Wesson, fuck designer shit don't boom
Pull up with dead prezzes, or a mortar to make do

CROOKED in the cut with some diamond pinky rings
Jackin' my suppressor cus' your bitch like how it ding
I got under armor, but it ain't the shit you think
Still got knee high socks, cus' they filled with multi-things
All these birdies love me, ha, look at how they sing
Gotta carry towels cus' I'm drippin' off my wings
He swear that he gang, then we're gonna get em' pinned
Ain't hoppin' on shit, unless I'm hearing that Ka-Ching (bitch)

Ooo
Can't ride with ya, I'm too cool
Hunnid in the drum and I got it in the coupe
In the booth, I don't know nobody just this fuse
Still don't need em' racks, but I can't leave em' for you (Huh)
Ooo
Can't ride with ya, I'm too cool
Hunnid in the drum and I got it in the coupe
In the booth, I don't know nobody just this fuse
Still don't need em' racks, but I can't leave em' for you (Huh)