"Collektable" lyrics
(16 to 12 make it sound legendary)
We got ARP's in the shed, we got handguns
Post up late night, bust the ATM
Fuck them blue strips, I be ragin'
On some Fast shit like I'm racin'
Only licks, I ain't got no patience
Take some fine shit on vacation
Smoke this shit, turn Asian
Why we duckin' paparazzi?
I get high like Bob Marley
I got racks, this shit won't run out
Approach me weird, better have yo' gun out
Post on the block, I was out 'fore the sun out
I see the cap shit, they think I got one out
We at the hood so long and then we be at home
Ain't got no drugs, better leave me alone
Trapped this bitch out, they gotta send all the cops
Shoebox the money, I ain't invest in no stock
I'm really too trench for the rap shit
I'm with lil' boy with the fire, go ape shit
We been romantic, they dyin' it's a plot twist
I roll a blunt of gelato and face it
Wake up, count the money, nothin' but blue faces
Shit crazy how a young nigga made it
Long live John, I know that boy see this shit
Free the whole gang, I know they wanna be with me
Two Subarus, I can open up the ceilin'
Racks in my bank account, real great feelin'
If a fuck nigga play, know we gotta peel 'em
Better have your gun 'cause lil' twin might steel 'em
Better have your shit 'cause these niggas be willin' to steal it
Geeked off the drugs, I'm tryna get a milli'
Foot in the trench, one foot in the industry
They cappin' like they ain't fuckin' with it
They cappin' like they ain't fuckin' with me
These fuck niggas bitin' on my image
These fuck niggas bitin' on my lingo
But you know how that shit go
Get him whacked, poof, shoot your Air Force
Nigga know I never gave a fuck though
My lil' buddy wake up with a mask on
Why the fuck he wake up with a mask on?
Yah
Yah, yah, yah
We got ARP's in the shed, we got handguns
Post up late night, bust the ATM
Fuck them blue strips, I be ragin'
On some Fast shit like I'm racin'
Only licks, I ain't got no patience
Take some fine shit on vacation
Smoke this shit, turn Asian
Why we duckin' paparazzi?
I get high like Bob Marley
I got racks, this shit won't run out
Approach me weird, better have yo' gun out
Post on the block, I was out 'fore the sun out
I see the cap shit, they think I got one out
We at the hood so long and then we be at home
Ain't got no drugs, better leave me alone
Trapped this bitch out, they gotta send all the cops
Shoebox the money, I ain't invest in no stock
I'm really too trench for the rap shit
I'm with lil' boy with the fire, go ape shit
We been romantic, they dyin' it's a plot twist
I roll a blunt of gelato and face it
Wake up, count the money, nothin' but blue faces
Shit crazy how a young nigga made it
Long live John, I know that boy see this shit
Free the whole gang, I know they wanna be with me
Two Subarus, I can open up the ceilin'
Racks in my bank account, real great feelin'
If a fuck nigga play, know we gotta peel 'em
Better have your gun 'cause lil' twin might steel 'em
Better have your shit 'cause these niggas be willin' to steal it
Geeked off the drugs, I'm tryna get a milli'
Foot in the trench, one foot in the industry
They cappin' like they ain't fuckin' with it
They cappin' like they ain't fuckin' with me
These fuck niggas bitin' on my image
These fuck niggas bitin' on my lingo
But you know how that shit go
Get him whacked, poof, shoot your Air Force
Nigga know I never gave a fuck though
My lil' buddy wake up with a mask on
Why the fuck he wake up with a mask on?
Yah
Yah, yah, yah
