"Cartier Frames" lyrics
(feat. Que Banz)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
(Groove Chone on the beat, by the way)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
The late night with it, lookin' for stains
And we was an all black niggas, we pointin' in pain
Yeah, I see the hate, yeah, I see the fake through the Cartier frames (frames, frames)
Bro, pass the chop up into his top, aim it at his brain (oh)
We the niggas that started that (we the niggas that started that)
They know where the party at (they know where the party at)
I'm postin' my moves, I keep a tool, yeah, we into all of that
Look, yeah, I see the hate, yeah, I see the fake through the Cartier frames (frames, yeah)
Bro, pass the chop up into his top, aim it at his brain and bing (look, look, look, look, look)
We off in the jungle, just a different part, we the lions, yeah, the hyenas
We catch felonies, pay George Lawrence for them cases and the misdemeanors
When we spin the block and let shots fly, hollow tips comin' out the anus
We be drillin' shit while Chef G is sleepin', hollow comin' out the speakers
Just caught a stain, got the nigga that I hit blood all on my sneakers
He was gripped up but froze up when he seen niggas backin' out the meters
Let's admit, old Somme' lookin' bad like when A was still workin' at the cleaners
I can play cruel breeds, hit you with a bullet like you was one of my receivers
Respect the drugs and get your head tapped if you don't follow the procedures
We superseded niggas' expectations, we overachievers
Dropped out of school, came up, now we make more money than them teachers
See the hate through the Cartier frames, niggas hatin' 'cause they wanna be us
Late night with it, lookin' for stains
And we was an all black niggas, we fightin' in pain
Yeah, I see the hate, yeah, I see the fate through the Cartier frames
Broke past the chop, up and to its top, aiming at his brain
We the niggas that started that, they know where the party at
I'm bossin' my moves, I keep a tool, yeah, we in all of that
Look, yeah, I see the hate, yeah, I see the fate through the Cartier frames
Broke past the chop, up and to its top, aiming at his brain and bang
They know what we do to the opps
Spinnin' a foreign, removin' his top, I know how to move when it's hot
If a nigga move, walk, a nigga get dropped, yeah, you can get paid for stains
Brodie back out, up and bang, my niggas puttin' in pain
Look, I probably been buildin' blocks for a week
Lookin' for my opps in the streets, keep a grip of the beam
For any stepper tryna step on the scene
Niggas be too much with the foolery
I ain't into that usually, we get to burnin' niggas up
Don't give a fuck, ain't too much you can do with me
Can't slip, gotta move tactic
Run up on 'em in the party like what's your jacket?
Tryna run, get hit, tall tag 'em
All them shots out the clip, made a close casket
Fell in love with the frames, that's tough fashion
Cartier frames, that's tough fashion
Piss me off in the party, spin his head backwards
QB toss bullets like he play Madden
The late night with it, lookin' for stains
And we was an all black niggas, we puttin' in pain
Yeah, I see the hate, yeah, I see the fake through the Cartier frames
Bro pass the chop up and to his top, aim it at his brain
We the niggas that started that, they know where the party at
I bust my moves, I keep it tool, yeah, we in all of that
Look, yeah, I see the hate, yeah, I see the fake through the Cartier frames
Bro pass the chop up and to his top, aim it at his brain and bang
Love (love, love, love, love, love)
(Love, love, love, love)
(Love, love, love, love)
(Love, love, love, love)
(Groove Chone on the beat, by the way)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
The late night with it, lookin' for stains
And we was an all black niggas, we pointin' in pain
Yeah, I see the hate, yeah, I see the fake through the Cartier frames (frames, frames)
Bro, pass the chop up into his top, aim it at his brain (oh)
We the niggas that started that (we the niggas that started that)
They know where the party at (they know where the party at)
I'm postin' my moves, I keep a tool, yeah, we into all of that
Look, yeah, I see the hate, yeah, I see the fake through the Cartier frames (frames, yeah)
Bro, pass the chop up into his top, aim it at his brain and bing (look, look, look, look, look)
We off in the jungle, just a different part, we the lions, yeah, the hyenas
We catch felonies, pay George Lawrence for them cases and the misdemeanors
When we spin the block and let shots fly, hollow tips comin' out the anus
We be drillin' shit while Chef G is sleepin', hollow comin' out the speakers
Just caught a stain, got the nigga that I hit blood all on my sneakers
He was gripped up but froze up when he seen niggas backin' out the meters
Let's admit, old Somme' lookin' bad like when A was still workin' at the cleaners
I can play cruel breeds, hit you with a bullet like you was one of my receivers
Respect the drugs and get your head tapped if you don't follow the procedures
We superseded niggas' expectations, we overachievers
Dropped out of school, came up, now we make more money than them teachers
See the hate through the Cartier frames, niggas hatin' 'cause they wanna be us
Late night with it, lookin' for stains
And we was an all black niggas, we fightin' in pain
Yeah, I see the hate, yeah, I see the fate through the Cartier frames
Broke past the chop, up and to its top, aiming at his brain
We the niggas that started that, they know where the party at
I'm bossin' my moves, I keep a tool, yeah, we in all of that
Look, yeah, I see the hate, yeah, I see the fate through the Cartier frames
Broke past the chop, up and to its top, aiming at his brain and bang
They know what we do to the opps
Spinnin' a foreign, removin' his top, I know how to move when it's hot
If a nigga move, walk, a nigga get dropped, yeah, you can get paid for stains
Brodie back out, up and bang, my niggas puttin' in pain
Look, I probably been buildin' blocks for a week
Lookin' for my opps in the streets, keep a grip of the beam
For any stepper tryna step on the scene
Niggas be too much with the foolery
I ain't into that usually, we get to burnin' niggas up
Don't give a fuck, ain't too much you can do with me
Can't slip, gotta move tactic
Run up on 'em in the party like what's your jacket?
Tryna run, get hit, tall tag 'em
All them shots out the clip, made a close casket
Fell in love with the frames, that's tough fashion
Cartier frames, that's tough fashion
Piss me off in the party, spin his head backwards
QB toss bullets like he play Madden
The late night with it, lookin' for stains
And we was an all black niggas, we puttin' in pain
Yeah, I see the hate, yeah, I see the fake through the Cartier frames
Bro pass the chop up and to his top, aim it at his brain
We the niggas that started that, they know where the party at
I bust my moves, I keep it tool, yeah, we in all of that
Look, yeah, I see the hate, yeah, I see the fake through the Cartier frames
Bro pass the chop up and to his top, aim it at his brain and bang
Love (love, love, love, love, love)
(Love, love, love, love)
(Love, love, love, love)
(Love, love, love, love)
