VL Deck, Tokyo Jetz, Yung Booke - Platinum lyrics
[VL Deck, Tokyo Jetz, Yung Booke - Platinum lyrics]
TLC no fucking Scrub
Fuck a plug get we the source
Got real Roley in the Rolls Royce
A weak link on the paper Troy
Hmm like soul shit
Butter drink you Peter Pan
Hmm, you gon get your man
Part a different plan
Aye don’t get it twisted nigga
One on one trap shit nigga, get in clan
Show you niggas how to run
Don’t worry bout what I do
I rap bout how I move dJ Kryptonite
I move how I rap nigga puerto Rican plug
Right now I can see myself
Platinum off a elbow
Might flop a rec but in the
Trap bitch I went gold
Treat the road like the
Trap I’m selling bags, hit the show
Zakka fill the whole order I can
Get it to your door
Yeah we still at the blocka
Sixty by the railroad
Only having hot shit the green
Shit is too slow
Working Pete booth we gon add
It if you tryna roll
Bucket to the least son tell em send the tab
40k indoors homie stuck let me drop top
Got some high vacuum filled gas
I made bands whoa
Clientele pulling up with gaffas
Niggas cashing out
Money counter beeping prices low
We got gis good got some high got it stock
Up like we want more
Cherry pie kicking different strands
Like a grow spot turns on six into the Bay
We don’t see a drought
Deuces on the out and in the
Yard got my wheel pound
God dwelling wrapped around my wrist
Can’t even tell the time
Try to take my watches tell to
Buy kisses and joke line
Going out the hallway like seet there
Boy I’m gon take mine
Hate to see the red with you pussies
In go and do the time
Right now I can see myself
Platinum off a elbow
Might flop a rec but in the
Trap bitch I went gold
Treat the road like the
Trap I’m selling bags, hit the show
Zakka fill the whole order I can
Get it to your door
Yeah we still at the blocka
Sixty by the railroad
Only having hot shit the green
Shit is too slow
Working Pete booth we gon add
It if you tryna roll
Bucket to the least son tell em send the tab
Trap spots where the trap flow
Catch a place run the back door
Band stunned than the Nike boss
Gotta move the pack till the pack gone
Run a crime it’s sealing up
In the twelve watching we switch it up
Don’t fuck with recs it’s your counter case
Grass cutting you don’t fuck with snakes
Drop hitting you done flood the street
Selling high so you don’t get the cheap
Different level you’d a never made it
Went from land grass to the triple bean
Well never said I got it at the spot
Straight drop when it hit the pot
Plug talking Bora Bora
Whip whipping will hit the water
Bout three spots on the same block
Burglar bars ain’t so us naught
Work the mood he from outta town
Got a talk he called the bitch people rhyme
Red loafers he was mad stuck
Sold it back for a high ten
He pulled a tender spot what you looking for
Work with us you gotta pay the team
Right now I can see myself
Platinum off a elbow
Might flop a rec but in the
Trap bitch I went gold
Treat the road like the
Trap I’m selling bags, hit the show
Zakka fill the whole order I can
Get it to your door
Yeah we still at the blocka
Sixty by the railroad
Only having hot shit the green
Shit is too slow
Working Pete booth we gon add
It if you tryna roll
Bucket to the least son tell em send the tab
If I can’t find no red
I sip green I can’t even lie
Should go on my scene o tryna
Stop my shit ya’ll mean high
They say burbs in that shit
Bulging like a win spot
Big ducks from in Denver the
Men enable with the slingshot
Serve gas, pills fool, 30 clip thirty two
Fire the rock and ice cube
Young nigga with a attitude
You snooze you lose don’t play you fool
My newby rule my insta door
Turn my VI section into a
Trap serving in the club
TLC no fucking Scrub
Fuck a plug get we the source
Got real Roley in the Rolls Royce
A weak link on the paper Troy
Hmm like soul shit
Butter drink you Peter Pan
Hmm, you gon get your man
Part a different plan
Right now I can see myself
Platinum off a elbow
Might flop a rec but in the
Trap bitch I went gold
Treat the road like the
Trap I’m selling bags, hit the show
Zakka fill the whole order I can
Get it to your door
Yeah we still at the blocka
Sixty by the railroad
Only having hot shit the green
Shit is too slow
Working Pete booth we gon add
It if you tryna roll
Bucket to the least son tell em send the tab
Fuck a plug get we the source
Got real Roley in the Rolls Royce
A weak link on the paper Troy
Hmm like soul shit
Butter drink you Peter Pan
Hmm, you gon get your man
Part a different plan
Aye don’t get it twisted nigga
One on one trap shit nigga, get in clan
Show you niggas how to run
Don’t worry bout what I do
I rap bout how I move dJ Kryptonite
I move how I rap nigga puerto Rican plug
Right now I can see myself
Platinum off a elbow
Might flop a rec but in the
Trap bitch I went gold
Treat the road like the
Trap I’m selling bags, hit the show
Zakka fill the whole order I can
Get it to your door
Yeah we still at the blocka
Sixty by the railroad
Only having hot shit the green
Shit is too slow
Working Pete booth we gon add
It if you tryna roll
Bucket to the least son tell em send the tab
40k indoors homie stuck let me drop top
Got some high vacuum filled gas
I made bands whoa
Clientele pulling up with gaffas
Niggas cashing out
Money counter beeping prices low
We got gis good got some high got it stock
Up like we want more
Cherry pie kicking different strands
Like a grow spot turns on six into the Bay
We don’t see a drought
Deuces on the out and in the
Yard got my wheel pound
God dwelling wrapped around my wrist
Can’t even tell the time
Try to take my watches tell to
Buy kisses and joke line
Going out the hallway like seet there
Boy I’m gon take mine
Hate to see the red with you pussies
In go and do the time
Right now I can see myself
Platinum off a elbow
Might flop a rec but in the
Trap bitch I went gold
Treat the road like the
Trap I’m selling bags, hit the show
Zakka fill the whole order I can
Get it to your door
Yeah we still at the blocka
Sixty by the railroad
Only having hot shit the green
Shit is too slow
Working Pete booth we gon add
It if you tryna roll
Bucket to the least son tell em send the tab
Trap spots where the trap flow
Catch a place run the back door
Band stunned than the Nike boss
Gotta move the pack till the pack gone
Run a crime it’s sealing up
In the twelve watching we switch it up
Don’t fuck with recs it’s your counter case
Grass cutting you don’t fuck with snakes
Drop hitting you done flood the street
Selling high so you don’t get the cheap
Different level you’d a never made it
Went from land grass to the triple bean
Well never said I got it at the spot
Straight drop when it hit the pot
Plug talking Bora Bora
Whip whipping will hit the water
Bout three spots on the same block
Burglar bars ain’t so us naught
Work the mood he from outta town
Got a talk he called the bitch people rhyme
Red loafers he was mad stuck
Sold it back for a high ten
He pulled a tender spot what you looking for
Work with us you gotta pay the team
Right now I can see myself
Platinum off a elbow
Might flop a rec but in the
Trap bitch I went gold
Treat the road like the
Trap I’m selling bags, hit the show
Zakka fill the whole order I can
Get it to your door
Yeah we still at the blocka
Sixty by the railroad
Only having hot shit the green
Shit is too slow
Working Pete booth we gon add
It if you tryna roll
Bucket to the least son tell em send the tab
If I can’t find no red
I sip green I can’t even lie
Should go on my scene o tryna
Stop my shit ya’ll mean high
They say burbs in that shit
Bulging like a win spot
Big ducks from in Denver the
Men enable with the slingshot
Serve gas, pills fool, 30 clip thirty two
Fire the rock and ice cube
Young nigga with a attitude
You snooze you lose don’t play you fool
My newby rule my insta door
Turn my VI section into a
Trap serving in the club
TLC no fucking Scrub
Fuck a plug get we the source
Got real Roley in the Rolls Royce
A weak link on the paper Troy
Hmm like soul shit
Butter drink you Peter Pan
Hmm, you gon get your man
Part a different plan
Right now I can see myself
Platinum off a elbow
Might flop a rec but in the
Trap bitch I went gold
Treat the road like the
Trap I’m selling bags, hit the show
Zakka fill the whole order I can
Get it to your door
Yeah we still at the blocka
Sixty by the railroad
Only having hot shit the green
Shit is too slow
Working Pete booth we gon add
It if you tryna roll
Bucket to the least son tell em send the tab
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