"Carhartt Vest" lyrics
Ramirez & Germ Lyrics
[Germ:]
Carhartt vest (Huh?), two TECs like your intellect (Boom-boom-boom)
Bitch, hoes on my line, ain't no rest, ever, shots at your neck (Hah)
Panamera swervin' lane to lane (Skrrt, skrrt), candy apple paint
Bitch, look at my chain (Lil' bitch), I got bad vibes and dick for days (Ayy, ayy)
Carhartt vest, two TECs like your intellect
Bitch, hoes on my line, ain't no rest, ever, shots at your neck (Boom-boom-boom)
Panamera swervin' lane to lane (Skrrt, skrrt), candy apple paint
Bitch, look at my chain (Hah), I got bad vibes and dick for days
Run away, that's your bitch, she love what I be doin' (Huh?)
Mandem off the Perkys, purple potions, drippin', loaded, movin'
Shit we did? I'll never tell, that's on slime, not on my blood and them
New Forgis on that Demon, puffin' Backwoods with the reaper them (Huh? Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fendi'd out, couple hunnid rounds, lovin' them guns, I feel like walkin' out (Grrah, boom)
Flames out that gate, now here the play (Boom, boom-boom-boom)
Boy, I'm sayin', got's to put you down (Hah)
Ayy, paper chasin' Haitian on the move, might gun you down, ayy
That's on slime, ayy, bitch, it's that time, ayy
Who gon' ride with that fye, pop out, jump out, slangin' that? I, ayy
Man, these niggas be scared, on some hot shit but turned fed
Where the fuck y'all niggas bread at? Bendin' corners, gettin' my bread back (Badshit)
Carhartt vest (Huh?), two TECs like your intellect (Boom, boom)
Bitch, hoes on my line, ain't no rest, ever, shots at your neck (Hah)
Panamera swervin' lane to lane (Skrrt, skrrt), candy apple paint
Bitch, look at my chain (Lil' bitch), I got bad vibes and dick for days (Ayy, ayy)
Carhartt vest, two TECs like your intellect
Bitch, hoes on my line, ain't no rest, ever, shots at your neck (Boom-boom-boom)
Panamera swervin' lane to lane (Skrrt, skrrt), candy apple paint
Bitch, look at my chain (Hah), I got bad vibes and dick for days
[Ramirez:]
I been noddin' off the sticks that got me swervin' in the coupe (Huh?)
I flip that bitch and cop another 'cause that's just how Rami do it (Yeah)
Ain't no thang, drop a check and steal your bitch without me sayin' (Yeah, bitch)
A single word, 'cause you know Rami got this pimpin' in his veins (Yeah, uh)
I said, hold up bitch, come ride on my dick, bust my nut, you can swallow it (Ho)
All Piguets all on my wrist, that twinkle when you see it twist
Ben Davis quarter-zip conceal the Glock that's on my waist (Boom)
Movin' how I'm movin', so I'm prone to 'vade the fuckin' case (Bow, bow, bow-bow-bow)
Transformer whip, now watch me peel back the roofie (Yeah, huh?)
Said you 'bout it, lil' bitch, but I know you ain't gon' shoot me
Screamin' that you got the loud pack, bitch, you smokin' on the boof (Yeah)
It's SMG, better speak nice (Ayy), 'fore I strip you out your shoes, bitch
[Germ:]
Carhartt vest (Huh?), two TECs like your intellect (Boom, boom)
Bitch, hoes on my line, ain't no rest, ever, shots at your neck (Hah)
Panamera swervin' lane to lane (Skrrt, skrrt), candy apple paint
Bitch, look at my chain (Lil' bitch), I got bad vibes and dick for days (Ayy, ayy)
Carhartt vest, two TECs like your intellect
Bitch, hoes on my line, ain't no rest, ever, shots at your neck (Boom-boom-boom)
Panamera swervin' lane to lane (Skrrt, skrrt), candy apple paint
Bitch, look at my chain (Hah), I got bad vibes and dick for days
Carhartt vest (Huh?), two TECs like your intellect (Boom-boom-boom)
Bitch, hoes on my line, ain't no rest, ever, shots at your neck (Hah)
Panamera swervin' lane to lane (Skrrt, skrrt), candy apple paint
Bitch, look at my chain (Lil' bitch), I got bad vibes and dick for days (Ayy, ayy)
Carhartt vest, two TECs like your intellect
Bitch, hoes on my line, ain't no rest, ever, shots at your neck (Boom-boom-boom)
Panamera swervin' lane to lane (Skrrt, skrrt), candy apple paint
Bitch, look at my chain (Hah), I got bad vibes and dick for days
Run away, that's your bitch, she love what I be doin' (Huh?)
Mandem off the Perkys, purple potions, drippin', loaded, movin'
Shit we did? I'll never tell, that's on slime, not on my blood and them
New Forgis on that Demon, puffin' Backwoods with the reaper them (Huh? Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fendi'd out, couple hunnid rounds, lovin' them guns, I feel like walkin' out (Grrah, boom)
Flames out that gate, now here the play (Boom, boom-boom-boom)
Boy, I'm sayin', got's to put you down (Hah)
Ayy, paper chasin' Haitian on the move, might gun you down, ayy
That's on slime, ayy, bitch, it's that time, ayy
Who gon' ride with that fye, pop out, jump out, slangin' that? I, ayy
Man, these niggas be scared, on some hot shit but turned fed
Where the fuck y'all niggas bread at? Bendin' corners, gettin' my bread back (Badshit)
Carhartt vest (Huh?), two TECs like your intellect (Boom, boom)
Bitch, hoes on my line, ain't no rest, ever, shots at your neck (Hah)
Panamera swervin' lane to lane (Skrrt, skrrt), candy apple paint
Bitch, look at my chain (Lil' bitch), I got bad vibes and dick for days (Ayy, ayy)
Carhartt vest, two TECs like your intellect
Bitch, hoes on my line, ain't no rest, ever, shots at your neck (Boom-boom-boom)
Panamera swervin' lane to lane (Skrrt, skrrt), candy apple paint
Bitch, look at my chain (Hah), I got bad vibes and dick for days
[Ramirez:]
I been noddin' off the sticks that got me swervin' in the coupe (Huh?)
I flip that bitch and cop another 'cause that's just how Rami do it (Yeah)
Ain't no thang, drop a check and steal your bitch without me sayin' (Yeah, bitch)
A single word, 'cause you know Rami got this pimpin' in his veins (Yeah, uh)
I said, hold up bitch, come ride on my dick, bust my nut, you can swallow it (Ho)
All Piguets all on my wrist, that twinkle when you see it twist
Ben Davis quarter-zip conceal the Glock that's on my waist (Boom)
Movin' how I'm movin', so I'm prone to 'vade the fuckin' case (Bow, bow, bow-bow-bow)
Transformer whip, now watch me peel back the roofie (Yeah, huh?)
Said you 'bout it, lil' bitch, but I know you ain't gon' shoot me
Screamin' that you got the loud pack, bitch, you smokin' on the boof (Yeah)
It's SMG, better speak nice (Ayy), 'fore I strip you out your shoes, bitch
[Germ:]
Carhartt vest (Huh?), two TECs like your intellect (Boom, boom)
Bitch, hoes on my line, ain't no rest, ever, shots at your neck (Hah)
Panamera swervin' lane to lane (Skrrt, skrrt), candy apple paint
Bitch, look at my chain (Lil' bitch), I got bad vibes and dick for days (Ayy, ayy)
Carhartt vest, two TECs like your intellect
Bitch, hoes on my line, ain't no rest, ever, shots at your neck (Boom-boom-boom)
Panamera swervin' lane to lane (Skrrt, skrrt), candy apple paint
Bitch, look at my chain (Hah), I got bad vibes and dick for days
Writer(s): Ivan Ramirez, Michele Scatamacchia, Germ
