Noah Carter, Benny Jamz - Gary Payton lyrics

Tints in the back of the Benz
Chauffeur's white, windows African
Gang got opps on they toes
Foenem brawlin',  it won't happen again
I'm a starboy now
Running these racks up, in Thom Browne
Still don't do Amiri
Door string striped like wedding gown
And I thought I was done in the streets
I just spent two nights stuck in the T
I can't help you get this pack off
I gotta get somethin' to eat
And it's been too long
Wouldn't know what to do with that no more
Said it's been too long
I'ma need a trip out to Milan, ayy

Them boys said they want smoke
I came with a chimney
Long nose like semi, pull up in a Bentley
Now I get the Emily, second on friendly
My word is my bond and my bread tings money
Penny that James like Benny
And the cuban, that's like ten G's
I bought a green t-shirt just to
Make that pop more gold oh, Lord forgive me
I put a hole in a nigga if I lock that gold
Like really car dash like Kourtney
Sirens on wee-wee-wee
But really don't think that they saw me
I was in the park like Stormzy
Grabbin' up trees like Mowgli

Tints in the back of the Benz
Chauffeur's white, windows African
Gang got opps on they toes
Foenem brawlin', it won't happen again
I'm a starboy now
Running these racks up, in Thom Browne
Still don't do Amiri doorstring-striped
Like wedding gown
And I thought I was done in the streets
I just spent two nights stuck in the T
I can't help you get this pack off
I gotta get somethin' to eat
And it's been too long
Wouldn't know what to do with that no more
Said it's been too long
I'ma need a trip out to Milan, ayy

Sold drugs, but never my soul
Diamonds been goin' heavy on the gold
Shinin' regardless, yellow, white or rose
I've been livin' life with my woes
In Cali' livin' or the Cali-piffin'
That's a different price for that smoke
Shoutout to my brodie Blocks (yeah)
I put Gucci on these socks
I put LV on my back (Back)
I put Rollie on this watch (Shit)
And my young G stay so savvy
They get smoked hittin' these opps
And shoutout to my OG Ali
Only VVS stoney rocks (No stress nigga)
Trust

Tints in the back of the Benz
Chauffeur's white, windows African
Gang got opps on they toes
Foenem brawlin', it won't happen again
I'm a starboy now
Running these racks up, in Thom Browne
Still don't do Amiri doorstring-striped
Like wedding gown
And I thought I was done in the streets
I just spent two nights stuck in the T
I can't help you get this pack off
I gotta get somethin' to eat
And it's been too long
Wouldn't know what to do with that no more
Said it's been too long
I'ma need a trip out to Milan, ayy