No Excuses - WARHOL.SS

Bags, yeah, tags, yeah, fashion

Put my hoe in Céline in a Mansion

Ooh, my bitch she bad, yeah, lovin' the feel

Count up a whole quarter mil'

I remember when I cracked the seal

I remember when these niggas peeled

Switched, it’s a shame

Hop in traffic, we switchin' these lanes

Hit your hoe, think she needed the cane

Love, hate, smoke, in the same

In the Fisker, switchin' frames

Keep it true, we the same

How you fuck up the work it’s a shame

Caught your hoe and she pull at my Hanes

Keep a P or two just for a drought

We been havin' this drip like Sarain

Keep biscotti wrapped in saran

And the double cup filled with the demons

Mortal K, kill 'em quick

Die slow, he a bitch

You a gang, or them niggas you pick

Percocet got me wit' a lil' itch

He a pussy I chop and he flinch

New whip four hunnid' lench

.45 burn a nigga up, cristo slide keep it on me young buck

John, big gas on me nigga no seeds

Bags, yeah, tags, yeah, fashion

Put my hoe in Céline in a Mansion

Ooh, my bitch she bad, yeah, lovin' the feel

Count up a whole quarter mil'

I remember when I cracked the seal

I remember when these niggas peeled

Switched, it’s a shame

Hop in traffic, we switchin' these lanes

Hit your hoe, think she needed the cane

Love, hate, smoke, in the same

In the Fisker, switchin' frames

Keep it true, we the same

Pop out, rock out

Got the Glocks out, we the mops now

Hit your hoe put her up on some game

Need to rob your nigga for some change

Bring it back, then she ready

Leave a nigga red like spaghetti

Private jets and we ride helis

Keep some water like I brought the levee’s

Bending corners I can’t need a Chevy

Keep a Tesla, on your lawn

Pourin' Act' up, in my lawn

Rockin' Dolce, at the farm

New Gabbana they call me Gambino

Keep my hoe in Louboutin all times

Bags, yeah, tags, yeah, fashion

Put my hoe in Céline in a Mansion

Ooh, my bitch she bad, yeah, lovin' the feel

Count up a whole quarter mil'

I remember when I cracked the seal

I remember when these niggas peeled

Switched, it’s a shame

Hop in traffic, we switchin' these lanes

Hit your hoe, think she needed the cane

Love, hate, smoke, in the same

In the Fisker, switchin' frames

Keep it true, we the same