"PERMANENT SCARS" lyrics
Money Man, Zaytoven & Trauma Tone Lyrics
Sometimes the rain is fallin
I'm in the spot with the 8's
Stackin' these racks, man, I feel like a bank
Youngins with me in the Demonic State
AR-15 make his body deflate
What is this strain, man? It taste like a grape
When I go, nigga gon' say that I'm great
I count up them racks in the trenches, safety
1911 and I got a safety
Where you from, bae? You lookin' amazing
What is this flavor? It's tastin' amazing
They love the drip, man, this shit is contagious
Still in the streets and the trenches, I'm famous
What is that pistol? I heard that you built it
I modified it, my fye's the illest
My bitch is cold as fuck, she is the illest
Permanent scar on my body, can't heal em
Venus LaFleur, I be sendin' her flowers
She kinda winded, I gave her a poundin'
Can't jack a bitch, I got money to give to
Cool it, lil' nigga, I promise I'll sting you
Real DNA in my telomeres
We finna get these bags outta here
Fuck all them others, this our year
That bitch is all up my Amethyst
Double R fuck that lil' mustang
Came from the hood with too much pain
I got some millions to obtain
In the hood, I'm havin' accolades
My Baton Rouge shooters rock Boosie Fades
This shit get deeper than Lake Lanier
I send them bags in expensive gear
When lil' folks lie died, I almost shed a tear
My wrist an AP, a chandelier
I caught a juug at the Candleri Inn
I got extra from all of these squares and pens
Lil' mama bad, lil' bae, you the coldest
She want a nigga who really got motion
She want a nigga who really gon' blow it
Double R truck, I don't drive it, I float it
Take her up through there and then I might ghost her
I'm really prezzy but I'm not a voter
Colorado plug, I feel like Nikola
African Gold on me straight from Angola
Shout out to Crest, I know nigga on Boulder
I'm in the spot with the 8
Stackin' these racks, man, I feel like a bank
Youngins with me in a demonic state
AR-15 make his body deflate
What is this drink, man? It taste like a grape
And when I go, nigga gon' say that I'm great
I count on them racks in the trenches, safety
1911 and I got a safety
Where you from, bae? You lookin' amazin'
What is this flavor? It's tastin' amazin'
They love to drip, man, this shit is contagious
Still in the streets, in the trenches, I'm famous
What is that pistol? I heard that you built that
I modified it, my fye's the illest
My bitch is cold as fuck, she is the illest
Permanent scar, lil' my body can't heal up
Sometimes the rain is fallin' down
I'm in the spot with the 8's
Stackin' these racks, man, I feel like a bank
Youngins with me in the Demonic State
AR-15 make his body deflate
What is this strain, man? It taste like a grape
When I go, nigga gon' say that I'm great
I count up them racks in the trenches, safety
1911 and I got a safety
Where you from, bae? You lookin' amazing
What is this flavor? It's tastin' amazing
They love the drip, man, this shit is contagious
Still in the streets and the trenches, I'm famous
What is that pistol? I heard that you built it
I modified it, my fye's the illest
My bitch is cold as fuck, she is the illest
Permanent scar on my body, can't heal em
Venus LaFleur, I be sendin' her flowers
She kinda winded, I gave her a poundin'
Can't jack a bitch, I got money to give to
Cool it, lil' nigga, I promise I'll sting you
Real DNA in my telomeres
We finna get these bags outta here
Fuck all them others, this our year
That bitch is all up my Amethyst
Double R fuck that lil' mustang
Came from the hood with too much pain
I got some millions to obtain
In the hood, I'm havin' accolades
My Baton Rouge shooters rock Boosie Fades
This shit get deeper than Lake Lanier
I send them bags in expensive gear
When lil' folks lie died, I almost shed a tear
My wrist an AP, a chandelier
I caught a juug at the Candleri Inn
I got extra from all of these squares and pens
Lil' mama bad, lil' bae, you the coldest
She want a nigga who really got motion
She want a nigga who really gon' blow it
Double R truck, I don't drive it, I float it
Take her up through there and then I might ghost her
I'm really prezzy but I'm not a voter
Colorado plug, I feel like Nikola
African Gold on me straight from Angola
Shout out to Crest, I know nigga on Boulder
I'm in the spot with the 8
Stackin' these racks, man, I feel like a bank
Youngins with me in a demonic state
AR-15 make his body deflate
What is this drink, man? It taste like a grape
And when I go, nigga gon' say that I'm great
I count on them racks in the trenches, safety
1911 and I got a safety
Where you from, bae? You lookin' amazin'
What is this flavor? It's tastin' amazin'
They love to drip, man, this shit is contagious
Still in the streets, in the trenches, I'm famous
What is that pistol? I heard that you built that
I modified it, my fye's the illest
My bitch is cold as fuck, she is the illest
Permanent scar, lil' my body can't heal up
Sometimes the rain is fallin' down
