Drug Traffickin

(Brent-, Brent-)
 (BrentRambo) (BrentRambo)
 Yeah, yeah
 Pussy nigga get zipped, yeah
 That pussy nigga get flipped, yeah
 On the way home
 In the Track', sport mode
 Track' mode, yeah
 This bitch nasty like some Tris
 Going two hundred in this bitch
 Ridin' dirty with them sticks
 New Celine, no Rick
 Yeah, I don't rock that shit
 I got blood on my kicks
 I got blood on my stick
 Yeah, if you know, then you know, spit on that bitch
 Got my cutter, you ain't catchin' me, brother cuttin' up a brick
 With some white hoes taking flicks
 Rino ain't got no picks
 They puttin' that shit in they nose like some Vicks, huh
 My outfit cost a brick, yeah
 Patek wrist so sick, huh
 Fuck you, eat my dick, huh
 Pull out that double M
 Yeah, I know that I shouldn't
 Lean stick to my kidney
 High profile saddity
 It's no Wock' when I'm in the city
 Watch my tennis chains do the Griddy, huh
 Yeah, all of my brothers won't change on each other
 We stay with them cutters
 Yeah, I'm a rich motherfucker and I'm from the gutter
 No, they don't love us
 On a new level, fuck this bitch, she ain't special
 Get out the Maybach, stupid bitch, 'fore you fuck up the leather
 Yeah, I'm with Juice sipping juice and we up on that Wock'
 Floating like a feather
 Yeah, if I go out in public with this bitch
 She might just go platinum
 Flawless diamonds, lil' bitch, I don't do platinum
 Thirty-five pointers on, white gold, no platinum
 To be honest, I bought this Patek just to go bragging
 To be honest, I bought that double M to go swagging
 Rockin' archive Number (N)ine, fuck your fashion
 She put passion behind her head, she so savage
 In the penthouse view, we living so lavish
 Fifty racks in my right pocket got me sagging
 One of my brothers got a half a mil' in the attic
 What's happening? Drug trafficking