Cry in a Rolls Royce - Chetta

Givenchy my jeans

Givenchy my sleeves

Im all on a pack

And sweating out beans

I fit fifty racks

Inside of my skinny’s

Im shooting at mice

And im fucking on minnie

I bet when they see me

Im running the scene

Yeah they all gonna feel me

A bad lil bitch

She can’t stand me

But feel me

Was all in my bag

Now they tell me they with me

They better not be

Riding alone

Semi won’t choke

Light up my dope

We want the smoke

Don’t need no friends

Or no circles

Keeping it tucked

Ima turtle

Pour up my drink

Till its purple

Pull up like urkle

Hop out

Im popping like virgins

She wanna fuck with that murder

Come and get murdered

All of that bullshit unheard of

Wet up the block like I’m squirtle

Hotboy i pull up with burners

All of you bitches so worthless

Can’t play a lie to a king

I heard you not what you seem

Baby don’t baby don’t leave

Don’t leave don’t leave

Baby don’t baby don’t leave

Tell me would you ride for me

Would you ride for me

Would you ride for me

Tell me would you die for me

Would you die for me

Would you die for me

I could’ve gave you anything

On anything yes anything

But you come and took everything

On everything thats everything