Marino Infantry, T.Y., A$AP ANT - Marino Choppa lyrics
[Marino Infantry, T.Y., A$AP ANT - Marino Choppa lyrics]
Man turn that shit up, stupid
If you ain't give me my props, you a hater
I'm the final copy, you the beta
Five times a day I gotta do my prayers
Tony Hawk, shoutout to my skaters
She a lightskin tomb raider
Before the five hours
Damn I gotta get a haircut
Young niggas goofys, I put you on standups
I was the smart one, I always had my hand up
My gun like a cannon
It's made out of plastic
Diamonds shinin', cabbit, rabbit
I kiss the money, that's a beautiful marriage
Pump fake fadeaway, Dirk Nowitzki
Bitch started tripping
Don't leave me no hickeys
You think my chain hittin
My pendant be dancin'
Cartier glasses my face, I'm Urkel
Like I'm Omarion, nigga I'll serve you
My weed differеnt colors like it's
Made out of purple
Huh, madе out of purple huh, yeah yeah
Yeah, forreal forreal
Nah forreal uh, run that shit
She wanna fuck cause my diamonds be wet
I ride around with that strap on my lap
I chase that money wherever I'm at
I bust yo dome if you play with Ant
No I ain't scared to kill nobody
I'm scared that they gon' rat
If you're looking for me, I be in the trap
Hope my neighbors don't trip
From that weed smell
Ground shaking, Chevys racing
Five hundred K, that shit look amazing
Ten percent of that go in your game
I floss my watch, I floss my chain
Locked in 4L Cuban link
Lose yo life you don't stay in your game
Take a look up but you see them planes
We the flyest motherfuckers in this game
If you ain't give me my props, you a hater
I'm the final copy, you the huh, yeah yeah
Yeah, forreal forreal
Nah forreal uh, run that
If you ain't give me my props, you a hater
I'm the final copy, you the beta
Five times a day I gotta do my prayers
Tony Hawk, shoutout to my skaters
She a lightskin tomb raider
Before the five hours
Damn I gotta get a haircut
Young niggas goofys, I put you on standups
I was the smart one, I always had my hand up
My gun like a cannon
It's made out of plastic
Diamonds shinin', cabbit, rabbit
I kiss the money, that's a beautiful marriage
Pump fake fadeaway, Dirk Nowitzki
Bitch started tripping
Don't leave me no hickeys
You think my chain hittin
My pendant be dancin'
Cartier glasses my face, I'm Urkel
Like I'm Omarion, nigga I'll serve you
My weed differеnt colors like it's
Made out of purple
Huh, madе out of purple huh, yeah yeah
Yeah, forreal forreal
Nah forreal uh, run that shit
She wanna fuck cause my diamonds be wet
I ride around with that strap on my lap
I chase that money wherever I'm at
I bust yo dome if you play with Ant
No I ain't scared to kill nobody
I'm scared that they gon' rat
If you're looking for me, I be in the trap
Hope my neighbors don't trip
From that weed smell
Ground shaking, Chevys racing
Five hundred K, that shit look amazing
Ten percent of that go in your game
I floss my watch, I floss my chain
Locked in 4L Cuban link
Lose yo life you don't stay in your game
Take a look up but you see them planes
We the flyest motherfuckers in this game
If you ain't give me my props, you a hater
I'm the final copy, you the huh, yeah yeah
Yeah, forreal forreal
Nah forreal uh, run that