Allure Testo
Testo Allure
(Ear Drummers)
(That money go for Myles)
Yo, Hunt, pass me the Luar bag
(True, damn, you makin' noise, boy)
We gotta make Nobu before 9 o'clock
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
Yeah
Live from Atlanta, hit Allure, swiped the credit card, money on deck
Woke up in the Four Seasons, thirty thousand ones in a Luar bag Only thing you airin' is a BnB, nigga, ain't built like that
Take the sewer gang on a ski trip, so they don't drill like that
Mama keep callin', say I'm disrespectful how I treat a mill' like that
I'm like Jesus in the trenches, swear I feel likе that
I feel like Noah with a yacht, a few of them birds in thе back
Givenchy model givin' me top, oh nah, we can't post that
And we ain't postin' a lot of shit
We live real life, nigga
Yee, all of my niggas is clean, all of my bitches is mean
Yee, gettin' it straight out the mud, investin' a mill' in the team
Diamonds that drip in the club, I came a long way from the buildin' with fiends
Psycho was hangin' with thugs and stashin' the snub in 515
Well, I got somethin' to tell ya, Darold is livin' his dream
Pull up in a 'Gatti in front of the projects, I'm makin' a scene (Woo)
Give all of my plaques to the hood 'cause it never meant nothin' to me
Yeah, all of them trips out to Houston, I'm pickin' up pussy and lean
My daddy used to introduce me to killers that came out of Queens
Never meant to be a rapper, now I got a billion streams
Live from Atlanta, hit Allure, swiped the credit card, money on deck
A hundred killers when I'm in the city like they want my head (Pluto)
I'm just a street nigga, just rappin', my day ones went fed (Pluto)
You took a plea on my slime, won't be surprised you ended up dead (Slatt)
I been goin' brazy in the trap, I need to take my meds (Let's go)
I keep body snatchers, kidnappers with me, that's a finnnact (Let's go)
I put real trappers and real scammers on the mizzap (True)
Say I'm the reason your lil' brother poppin' Percs and sip that (Woo)
Gotta use a glove and mask to cook the fifth, you ain't built like that (Drip)
Five thousand shots at my show, they ain't built like that (Ah)
Done took a plea out on ya co-de', get killed like that (Wow)
You claim you slimin' niggas out like that, you ain't built like that (You ain't built like that)
Signin' a statement, you ain't my twin, why you cap like that? (Why you bappin'?)
I'm in the club, I got two Glocks, while I'm strapped like that (Two Glocks)
I'm in the beam, I feel like Pac, gotta watch my back (Tupac)
You one of mines, you know you signed a Death Row contract (Chop that)
A hundred Bloods, we mobbin' out, you think Suge Knight back (Freebandz)
Live from Atlanta, hit Allure, swiped the credit card, money on deck
Woke up in the Four Seasons, thirty thousand ones in a Luar bag
Only thing you airin' is a BnB, nigga, ain't built like that
Take the sewer gang on a ski trip, so they don't drill like that
Mama keep callin', say I'm disrespectful how I treat a mill' like that
I'm like Jesus in the trenches, swear I feel like that
I feel like Noah with a yacht, a few of the birds in the back
Givenchy model givin' me top, oh nah, we can't post that
And we ain't postin' a lot of shit
We live real life, nigga
(That money go for Myles)
Yo, Hunt, pass me the Luar bag
(True, damn, you makin' noise, boy)
We gotta make Nobu before 9 o'clock
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
Yeah
Live from Atlanta, hit Allure, swiped the credit card, money on deck
Woke up in the Four Seasons, thirty thousand ones in a Luar bag Only thing you airin' is a BnB, nigga, ain't built like that
Take the sewer gang on a ski trip, so they don't drill like that
Mama keep callin', say I'm disrespectful how I treat a mill' like that
I'm like Jesus in the trenches, swear I feel likе that
I feel like Noah with a yacht, a few of them birds in thе back
Givenchy model givin' me top, oh nah, we can't post that
And we ain't postin' a lot of shit
We live real life, nigga
Yee, all of my niggas is clean, all of my bitches is mean
Yee, gettin' it straight out the mud, investin' a mill' in the team
Diamonds that drip in the club, I came a long way from the buildin' with fiends
Psycho was hangin' with thugs and stashin' the snub in 515
Well, I got somethin' to tell ya, Darold is livin' his dream
Pull up in a 'Gatti in front of the projects, I'm makin' a scene (Woo)
Give all of my plaques to the hood 'cause it never meant nothin' to me
Yeah, all of them trips out to Houston, I'm pickin' up pussy and lean
My daddy used to introduce me to killers that came out of Queens
Never meant to be a rapper, now I got a billion streams
Live from Atlanta, hit Allure, swiped the credit card, money on deck
A hundred killers when I'm in the city like they want my head (Pluto)
I'm just a street nigga, just rappin', my day ones went fed (Pluto)
You took a plea on my slime, won't be surprised you ended up dead (Slatt)
I been goin' brazy in the trap, I need to take my meds (Let's go)
I keep body snatchers, kidnappers with me, that's a finnnact (Let's go)
I put real trappers and real scammers on the mizzap (True)
Say I'm the reason your lil' brother poppin' Percs and sip that (Woo)
Gotta use a glove and mask to cook the fifth, you ain't built like that (Drip)
Five thousand shots at my show, they ain't built like that (Ah)
Done took a plea out on ya co-de', get killed like that (Wow)
You claim you slimin' niggas out like that, you ain't built like that (You ain't built like that)
Signin' a statement, you ain't my twin, why you cap like that? (Why you bappin'?)
I'm in the club, I got two Glocks, while I'm strapped like that (Two Glocks)
I'm in the beam, I feel like Pac, gotta watch my back (Tupac)
You one of mines, you know you signed a Death Row contract (Chop that)
A hundred Bloods, we mobbin' out, you think Suge Knight back (Freebandz)
Live from Atlanta, hit Allure, swiped the credit card, money on deck
Woke up in the Four Seasons, thirty thousand ones in a Luar bag
Only thing you airin' is a BnB, nigga, ain't built like that
Take the sewer gang on a ski trip, so they don't drill like that
Mama keep callin', say I'm disrespectful how I treat a mill' like that
I'm like Jesus in the trenches, swear I feel like that
I feel like Noah with a yacht, a few of the birds in the back
Givenchy model givin' me top, oh nah, we can't post that
And we ain't postin' a lot of shit
We live real life, nigga
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