"Hermes Rain Coat" lyrics
Hermès rain coat, I made an M off a coke
I got a bunch of locs, I got a bunch of poles
I got a bunch of poles, I got a bunch of shows
I got a bunch of clothes, Glock sticks, I got a bunch of snow
Big ol' racks, what have you done told? I'm sellin' halves and O's
I'm in the 'Lac, in the back countin' cho, I'm finna hit the road
We take his crib, first, we gon' map it out, then we gon' trap it out
Hop in a Lam', you know I'm cashin' out, then I be mashin' out
My bitches bad, you know they actin' out, you know they lashin' out
They at the spot doin' they lashes now, I'm finna go crack 'em now
I got a lot of guap, you know I lie to cops, you know I despise the opps
I'm havin' that bag, I got my shot on lock, you know I can get you dropped
I'm like a butcher, you know I can get you chopped, you know I can get you knocked
Foot on the goon, she was Pakistan, I get the truth from the Afghan's
Hit her, then leave, I ain't romance, studyin' just to make lil' candy
She wanna fuck 'cause my bank statements, came from the trenches, we ate ramen
Run through the pack, this shit get wasted, accumulate racks, so we get hatred
Designer watches and briefcase, I'm havin' M's like a Freemason
Wide body Track' and I'm speed racin', walked down a bale, it was breath takin'
Had to get rich, I was done playin', I'll take your bitch, boy, I'm just sayin'
Get hit with a button, I'm just sayin', fuckin' on thotties, I'm just sayin'
She on the molly, I'm just sayin', my youngins got bodies, I'm just sayin'
I'm with the same niggas from ten years ago
I'm gon' build the ho, I'm gon' build the pole, I'm gon' sell some snow
Shawty keep blowin' me (Blowin' me), you got a way to go, hmm (Way to go)
I got up outta here (Outta here), ain't got no way to go, hmm (Way to go)
I'm rockin' Dolce (Dolce), this shit from head to toe (Head to toe)
We goin' dope, yeah, traffickin' coast to coast
Hermès rain coat, I made an M off a coke
I got a bunch of locs, I got a bunch of poles
I got a bunch of poles, I got a bunch of shows
I got a bunch of clothes, Glock sticks, I got a bunch of snow
Big ol' racks, what have you done told? I'm sellin' halves and O's
I'm in the 'Lac, in the back countin' cho, I'm finna hit the road
We take his crib, first, we gon' map it out, then we gon' trap it out
Hop in a Lam', you know I'm cashin' out, then I be mashin' out
I got a bunch of locs, I got a bunch of poles
I got a bunch of poles, I got a bunch of shows
I got a bunch of clothes, Glock sticks, I got a bunch of snow
Big ol' racks, what have you done told? I'm sellin' halves and O's
I'm in the 'Lac, in the back countin' cho, I'm finna hit the road
We take his crib, first, we gon' map it out, then we gon' trap it out
Hop in a Lam', you know I'm cashin' out, then I be mashin' out
My bitches bad, you know they actin' out, you know they lashin' out
They at the spot doin' they lashes now, I'm finna go crack 'em now
I got a lot of guap, you know I lie to cops, you know I despise the opps
I'm havin' that bag, I got my shot on lock, you know I can get you dropped
I'm like a butcher, you know I can get you chopped, you know I can get you knocked
Foot on the goon, she was Pakistan, I get the truth from the Afghan's
Hit her, then leave, I ain't romance, studyin' just to make lil' candy
She wanna fuck 'cause my bank statements, came from the trenches, we ate ramen
Run through the pack, this shit get wasted, accumulate racks, so we get hatred
Designer watches and briefcase, I'm havin' M's like a Freemason
Wide body Track' and I'm speed racin', walked down a bale, it was breath takin'
Had to get rich, I was done playin', I'll take your bitch, boy, I'm just sayin'
Get hit with a button, I'm just sayin', fuckin' on thotties, I'm just sayin'
She on the molly, I'm just sayin', my youngins got bodies, I'm just sayin'
I'm with the same niggas from ten years ago
I'm gon' build the ho, I'm gon' build the pole, I'm gon' sell some snow
Shawty keep blowin' me (Blowin' me), you got a way to go, hmm (Way to go)
I got up outta here (Outta here), ain't got no way to go, hmm (Way to go)
I'm rockin' Dolce (Dolce), this shit from head to toe (Head to toe)
We goin' dope, yeah, traffickin' coast to coast
Hermès rain coat, I made an M off a coke
I got a bunch of locs, I got a bunch of poles
I got a bunch of poles, I got a bunch of shows
I got a bunch of clothes, Glock sticks, I got a bunch of snow
Big ol' racks, what have you done told? I'm sellin' halves and O's
I'm in the 'Lac, in the back countin' cho, I'm finna hit the road
We take his crib, first, we gon' map it out, then we gon' trap it out
Hop in a Lam', you know I'm cashin' out, then I be mashin' out
