Gelato lyrics

[Verse 1]
Smoke a n*gga like my life Grand Theft Auto
Smoke  a n*gga like a blunt of Gelato
My  lil' b*tch bad, she a model
She want the Henny, she don't want Moscato
She just want her some red bottoms
She  walked in, she shaped like a Coke bottle
Ass  fat, ride me like a Harley
Shooters on the dirt bike, no Ducati

[Chorus]
"Who  want the smoke?" like I'm Cardi
I'm off Percs, I don't f*ck with the molly
Them young n*ggas geekin' for a body
Got my stick out when I leave the party
FN  Five-seven, blue tip
Blue strip hundreds, I'm chasing a blue check
Independent, run it up, I got 'em upset
Double R, grab a Bentley, sit it offset
Diamonds VVS, no SI, faucet
Drop the top on a Benz coupe and lost it
Got a new b*tch, she bougie and bossy
Your b*tch ain't sh*t, that pus*y ain't even cost me
b*tch, I'm on that rich sh*t
Young n*gga came up from hittin' them licks
Your shooters need practice, b*tch, we can't miss
I might hop in the Rover, lane switch
[Verse 2]
Limo tinted, I'm in Miami
I just landed on the brick like I'm Shaq
Chanel on me when I'm f*ckin' up Saks
They think I'm Serena 'cause I got these racks
n*ggas tried slide, they had to double back
Draco on me and 1D got the MAC
Play with the gang, you get knocked off the map
When she see me, I be dressed in all black
No Buscemi, I'm locked in in the trap
Pink bikini when I hit from the back
n*ggas ain't me, I'm everything they lack
Glock and Balenciaga, they both matte
Triple S, I'm steppin' on these n*ggas' necks
Givenchy styles, I hoppin' on a jet
Need an AP with the factory set
PBG chain, might flood it with baguettes

[Chorus]
"Who want the smoke?" like I'm Cardi
I'm off Percs, I don't f*ck with the molly
Them young n*ggas geekin' for a body
Got my stick out when I leave the party
FN Five-seven, blue tip
Blue strip hundreds, I'm chasing a blue check
Independent, run it up, I got 'em upset
Double R, grab a Bentley, sit it offset
Diamonds VVS, no SI, faucet
Drop the top on a Benz coupe and lost it
Got a new b*tch, she bougie and bossy
Your b*tch ain't sh*t, that pus*y ain't even cost me
b*tch, I'm on that rich sh*t
Young n*gga came up from hittin' them licks
Your shooters need practice, b*tch, we can't miss
I might hop in the Rover, lane switch