Van Go lyrics

[Verse 1: $ir Cartier]
Carti
Let it rain
She said this how she feel when she on a pill (Yeah)
Once the smoke marinate, you don't feel the chill
Handsome ass n*gga, I got b*tches, cuz (Uh)
f*ck yo block, pistols pop, 'cause we don't give no f*cks (No)
I swear my life is a f*cking blessing
All my problems disappear when I'm in rotation
The room spinning (Yeah)
I'm in that situation (Elevation)
I'm so motherf*cking faded with your old lady
Two blunts, ventilation, good brain, highly educated
Getting paid is my occupation
I don't feel safe in the streets (No, lil' b*tch)
My tommy is a beast, NASCAR
You never fly past a G, ho
Carti rocking Tommy like we in the 90s (Ho)
Carti rocking Stussy
Carti get the pus*y (Ho)
Lame n*ggas out here trying do me, salute me, or shoot me

[Chorus: $ir Cartier]
I'm on the avenue, standing on top of my toes
Eyes closed
Selling heat, watch your nose
I got connects with the Pope (Yeah)
My lookout she know (Yeah, sh*t, uh)
[Verse 2: $ir Cartier]
Foreign car keys kick spark, please ten deep stitched
b*tch quick, don't touch my sh*t (Yeah)
New watch on my wrist
She like, "damn, what happened to your wrist?"
Oh don't worry b*tch, my diamonds cut this sh*t (Yeah)
Hold up, let me roll up
Smoke some good stuff (Okay)
Quick puff, then I start seeing stuff (Carti)