"PUNTA CANA" lyrics
(Welcome to the trenches, stay dangerous)
Friends ain't really friends, just gotta watch 'em on the day-to-day
Friends ain't really friends, just gotta watch 'em on the day-to-day
Sippin' on this codeine, pour it up, it take the pain away
Niggas killin' rappers, so I ain't even wear my chains today
My young nigga just threw his life away, he flushed it down the drain
Judge Boldy gave my nigga fifty and he just had a son
I fuck a bad bitch, then I go on a run
FN a fifteen-hundred-dollar gun
That ain't your bitch if you ain't bought her nothin'
I ain't gotta say it, niggas know when I'm plugged
I be makin' hoes drop dead in the club
I smell so good, she just wanna give me hug
I got all this money on the floor like a rug
So much work, gotta cook it in the tub
Car got Wi-Fi, bitch, look it up
On the hood, Forbes every year, ho, you can look me up
She got on a five Balenciaga, I'm in this bitch thick as fuck
She got that L9, I go Punta Cana, all the way there just to fuck
I pull up in go mode, Christian Dior, you're hoppin' out a Lambo truck
Rose gold AP, rose gold buffs, I got fent' bricks, I don't know nothin' else
She only want Pucci, she don't want nothin' else
Slime-green Dior, one-of-one belt
Niggas out here jealous of these hoes, they only pay to play
Bitch, I'm ballin' in a major way, I need five gold bottles, Ace of Spade
(If I die tonight, I be an icon, bitch, I paved the way)
This Codeine kicked in, saved the day, watch my friends on a daily basis
Friends ain't really friends, just gotta watch 'em on the day-to-day
Sippin' on this codeine, pour it up, it take the pain away
Niggas killin' rappers, so I ain't even wear my chains today
My young nigga just threw his life away, he flushed it down the drain
Judge Boldy gave my nigga fifty and he just had a son
I fuck a bad bitch, then I go on a run
FN a fifteen-hundred-dollar gun
That ain't your bitch if you ain't bought her nothin'
I ain't gotta say it, niggas know when I'm plugged
I be makin' hoes drop dead in the club
I smell so good (Ayy), she just wanna give me hug (Yeah)
Here we go again, that shit ain't nothin'
Nigga, we ten years in
Real tact life, young boy been ten
You ain't hit shit the first time, spin again
My young niggas spin so much, they spin the Benz
My other niggas scam so much, it got a Benz
This shit go right, we gon' win again
Remember I had to do a roll for ten
I-75 straight to the 10, across the state lines to get to the prize
Keep your eyes on the road, don't go out the lines
And watch for the troopers, they sit on the side
Gotta stay humble, it don't get beside yourself, 'cause that shit bad for your health
A lot of niggas ain't solid at all, and I done seen that shit for myself
Niggas get right in the room to tell on theyself, lose every stripe on they belt
Me, I'd just play the cards I was dealt
You can't adore all the pain I done felt
Cut niggas off, they got put on a shelf
Everybody went right, then you know I went left
I ain't worried 'bout my bitch talkin' to him
'Cause she fuck with a boss, she can't fuck with the help
Friends ain't really friends, just gotta watch 'em on the day-to-day
Sippin' on this codeine, pour it up, it take the pain away
Niggas killin' rappers, so I ain't even wear my chains today
My young nigga just threw his life away, he flushed it down the drain
Judge Boldy gave my nigga fifty and he just had a son
I fuck a bad bitch, then I go on a run
FN a fifteen-hundred-dollar gun
That ain't your bitch if you ain't bought her nothin'
I ain't gotta say it, niggas know when I'm plugged
I be makin' hoes drop dead in the club
I smell so good, she just wanna give me hug
Friends ain't really friends, just gotta watch 'em on the day-to-day
Friends ain't really friends, just gotta watch 'em on the day-to-day
Sippin' on this codeine, pour it up, it take the pain away
Niggas killin' rappers, so I ain't even wear my chains today
My young nigga just threw his life away, he flushed it down the drain
Judge Boldy gave my nigga fifty and he just had a son
I fuck a bad bitch, then I go on a run
FN a fifteen-hundred-dollar gun
That ain't your bitch if you ain't bought her nothin'
I ain't gotta say it, niggas know when I'm plugged
I be makin' hoes drop dead in the club
I smell so good, she just wanna give me hug
I got all this money on the floor like a rug
So much work, gotta cook it in the tub
Car got Wi-Fi, bitch, look it up
On the hood, Forbes every year, ho, you can look me up
She got on a five Balenciaga, I'm in this bitch thick as fuck
She got that L9, I go Punta Cana, all the way there just to fuck
I pull up in go mode, Christian Dior, you're hoppin' out a Lambo truck
Rose gold AP, rose gold buffs, I got fent' bricks, I don't know nothin' else
She only want Pucci, she don't want nothin' else
Slime-green Dior, one-of-one belt
Niggas out here jealous of these hoes, they only pay to play
Bitch, I'm ballin' in a major way, I need five gold bottles, Ace of Spade
(If I die tonight, I be an icon, bitch, I paved the way)
This Codeine kicked in, saved the day, watch my friends on a daily basis
Friends ain't really friends, just gotta watch 'em on the day-to-day
Sippin' on this codeine, pour it up, it take the pain away
Niggas killin' rappers, so I ain't even wear my chains today
My young nigga just threw his life away, he flushed it down the drain
Judge Boldy gave my nigga fifty and he just had a son
I fuck a bad bitch, then I go on a run
FN a fifteen-hundred-dollar gun
That ain't your bitch if you ain't bought her nothin'
I ain't gotta say it, niggas know when I'm plugged
I be makin' hoes drop dead in the club
I smell so good (Ayy), she just wanna give me hug (Yeah)
Here we go again, that shit ain't nothin'
Nigga, we ten years in
Real tact life, young boy been ten
You ain't hit shit the first time, spin again
My young niggas spin so much, they spin the Benz
My other niggas scam so much, it got a Benz
This shit go right, we gon' win again
Remember I had to do a roll for ten
I-75 straight to the 10, across the state lines to get to the prize
Keep your eyes on the road, don't go out the lines
And watch for the troopers, they sit on the side
Gotta stay humble, it don't get beside yourself, 'cause that shit bad for your health
A lot of niggas ain't solid at all, and I done seen that shit for myself
Niggas get right in the room to tell on theyself, lose every stripe on they belt
Me, I'd just play the cards I was dealt
You can't adore all the pain I done felt
Cut niggas off, they got put on a shelf
Everybody went right, then you know I went left
I ain't worried 'bout my bitch talkin' to him
'Cause she fuck with a boss, she can't fuck with the help
Friends ain't really friends, just gotta watch 'em on the day-to-day
Sippin' on this codeine, pour it up, it take the pain away
Niggas killin' rappers, so I ain't even wear my chains today
My young nigga just threw his life away, he flushed it down the drain
Judge Boldy gave my nigga fifty and he just had a son
I fuck a bad bitch, then I go on a run
FN a fifteen-hundred-dollar gun
That ain't your bitch if you ain't bought her nothin'
I ain't gotta say it, niggas know when I'm plugged
I be makin' hoes drop dead in the club
I smell so good, she just wanna give me hug
