No A/C lyrics

[Intro]
Huh?
Yuh, yuh, what, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
b*tch, go, go, go

[Chorus]
No A/C, I pull up with heat
Ain't talking no cash, ain't talking to me
I got them diamonds, they cover my teeth
There's no way that I could talk cheap
Hop in the foreign, I don't need a key
Smokin' on grams, and smokin' on P's
I got the Gucci, they all on my feet
I am the n*gga that you wanna be

[Verse 1]
I keep the racks, inside all my jeans
Smokin' gas, feel like I got wings
I got the life that you n*ggas dream
Hi-Tech, I'll sleep off the lean
Water diamonds, the wet like a stream
10K a piece, spent that on my ring
Playin' with us, get hit with the beam
IceWater Gang, you know that's my team
Diego Money, I come from the streets
Saying ya need picks, okay, we can meet
I be juugin' every day of the week
Smokin' on Sharpie, you know that I'm geeked
Pull up on you if you think this sh*t sweet
f*ckin' yo' b*tch inside of the suite
Real n*gga, I can't do a tweet
Pull up with choppas if n*ggas want beef
[Chorus]
No A/C, I pull up with heat
Ain't talking no cash, ain't talking to me
I got them diamonds, they cover my teeth
There's no way that I could talk cheap
Hop in the foreign, I don't need a key
Smokin' on grams, and smokin' on P's
I got the Gucci, they all on my feet
I am the n*gga that you wanna be

[Verse 2]
Keep a long clip, drive the foreign whip
Flexin' too hard, I need me a membership
New Mase', it look like a spaceship
Look at yo' b*tch, she like how the ice drip
Pull up on you, just like I'm a Lyft
Run up on me, got the fire on my hip
Wrap you up like a motherf*ckin' gift
IceWater, .42, let it rip
I'm sippin' on lean, ain't drinkin' no beer
All designer, I don't shop at no thrift
f*ckin' these b*tches, I feel like a pimp
Smokin' on cookie, I'm high as a blimp
I flex on these n*ggas, these n*ggas some shrimps
Ballin' hard, I don't need a gym
f*ckin' yo' b*tch and I put it on film
[Chorus]
No A/C, I pull up with heat
Ain't talking no cash, ain't talking to me
I got them diamonds, they cover my teeth
There's no way that I could talk cheap
Hop in the foreign, I don't need a key
Smokin' on grams, and smokin' on P's
I got the Gucci, they all on my feet
I am the n*gga that you wanna be