Vintage Limo lyrics

[Verse]
Sparks of light from the R-Type on a dark night
I have a hard life, I used to move hard white
My jewels'll give you frostbite, my music is boss-like
But when you speakin' to me, be forthright (Talk nice, n*gga)
I bought my first Jordans with crack money
The black Bugs Bunnys - with a bunch of crumpled up twenties (Facts)
Ball on these hoes, we up twenty
Truck jewelry (Heavy sh*t); put in work, we left smudges on the toolie
Exude beauty; threw a few rubies up in the jubilee
I was truthfully groomed for thе movie screen
Fleeing from the jakes in thе 9-30
Shootouts with the 30, for therapy
They'll never be as thorough as me (Never)
Two kilos on my neck with the vintage limousine
Cream soda mixed with codeine (We sippin')
Might blow a hole in your bean, leave you like Moe Greene (Mmm)
Blow from the scene in a smokescreen
Lil' mama, I'm just blowing steam
Hold my drink, close the drapes
Drive you crazy, ho, I got road rage
Baby, the granola Range, it has no brakes
All you see in my chain is snowflakes, Dolce (Uh)
No Captain-Save-a-Ho cape from my clothing hang (Nope)
My coat was painted on by Josué, holy suede
Waves on the ocean made the boat sway, both ways (Mmm)
Baby, don't be afraid, to feed the flame
But b*tches switch the way seasons change
Needless to say, I peeped your game
I peeped your—I peeped your game, b—
Uh