b*tches Gone Tell lyrics

[Verse 1]
Selling bricks on deck like Jackie Chan
Got them hoes on deck like shoestrings
With a brand new Lambo shoestring
I'm a gutter ass n*gga I don't do caine
Got a whole lot of Autotune on it, no T-Pain
36 O's in the whip, no keychain
Young ass white b*tch, Amy Grant, n*gga
Young rich n*gga hanging with penitentiary n*ggas
Motherf*ck the feds, f*ck Illuminati
n*gga we ain't scared, this a kamikaze
Order more b*tches, order more bottles
We doing this sh*t, we might not see tomorrow
Two hundred b*tches from Paris on my timeline
They might have went all the way this time
Treat a n*gga like a one of a kind
Diamonds hanging, I'm in Sierra Leone
f*ck with a rich n*gga if that's what you want
Come f*ck a rich n*gga, that's what you want
Ace of Spades and kush, oh that's what we on
You n*ggas trying to buy me? Know they some clones
Drink your molly, mix it all on up
These Persian b*tches know they all want us

[Hook]
I won't trust these b*tches, these b*tches gon tell
We don't trust no snitch around
None of these b*tches, these b*tches gon tell
I'm a hood n*gga straight out the motherf*cking gutter
I serve the whole bale
Motherf*ck these police, n*gga, my n*ggas they shooting at 12
Motherf*ck these police, n*gga, my n*ggas they shooting at 12
We don't carry no snitch around
None of these b*tches, these b*tches gon tell
I'm a hood n*gga straight out the motherf*cking gutter
I serve the whole bail
Got the molly, got white
Got the lean, got the kush
Got the purp and the pills