DDG, Paidway T.O - New Celine lyrics

Devo this shit hard

She want the new Celine
She gotta give me some throat
Nobody cold as me, I got Monclair on my coat
TO gon' shoot
 trust me I know that's my bro
Off White boots
You can't get these from the store

I was gon' take your bitch, but
I look at her page, that bitch not my type
We got shooters all around the
State, fuck a nigga, we don't fight
I turn pussy nigga to a John Doe
Stay with the 9 like I'm Rondo
I ain't got no heart
We gon' fuck for fun though
Kill you and your kinfolks
Bitch I'm smokin' big dope
My gun is illegal
This is a extendo, shooters out the window

Shooters in the back, we can never lack
Made a couple racks, times a rack
Times a rack i just made a hunnid bands
Finna blow that shit at Saks
Blowin' on the pack, we be gettin' high
Fuck with TO, swear to god you'll die
First class seats when we
Movin' through the sky
Flewed out to Dubai, cost a lot of mula
Rich nigga shit, we been moving alright
Rolls Royce Wraith with the white star lights
No time for a wife
All these hoes gettin' pipe
Beat the pussy like Ike
You cannot stay the night

Got a Glock with a beam
Really I don't gotta aim
I fucked on her once
Now she is goin' insane
She know how I get, baby I cannot get cuffed
She wanna know more
I think I told her too much

How the fuck can you tell me you need me?
Then just leave me
John Cena these niggas can't see me
These niggas wanna be me
These real bullets not BBs, my chain is VV
Your bitch wanna fuck, she a slut
Couple years me and Moo had it rough
This pussy ass nigga actin' tough
This nigga not cut
I'll have my niggas pull up
Three shots to the gut
Fuck that, nigga, aim for the head
So you want the nigga dead?
Yeah nigga I said what I said
Nigga what about the feds?

She want the new Celine
She gotta give me some throat
Nobody cold as me, I got Monclair on my coat
TO gon' shoot
Trust me I know that's my bro
Off White boots
You can't get these from the store