Chetta - Cry in a Rolls Royce lyrics

Givenchy my jeans givenchy my sleeves
Im all on a pack and sweating out beans
I fit fifty racks inside of my skinny’s
Im shooting at mice and im fucking on minnie
I bet when they see me im running the scene
Yeah they all gonna feel me a bad lil bitch
She can't stand me but feel me
Was all in my bag
Now they tell me they with me
They better not be riding alone
Semi won't choke light up my dope
We want the smoke don't need no friends
Or no circles keeping it tucked
Ima turtle pour up my drink
Till it's purple pull up like urkle
Hop out im popping like virgins
She wanna fuck with that murder
Come and get murdered
All of that bullshit unheard of
Wet up the block like I'm squirtle
Hotboy i pull up with burners
All of you bitches so worthless
Can't play a lie to a king
I heard you not what you seem
Baby don't baby don't leave
Don't leave don't leave
Baby don't baby don't leave

Tell me would you ride for me
Would you ride for me would you ride for me
Tell me would you die for me
Would you die for me would you die for me
I could’ve gave you anything
On anything yes anything
But you come and took everything
On everything thats everything