Cartier Lens (feat. Kankan, 637iso) lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Go)
(Yeah, huh)
(Bee)
(Yeah, go)
(Yeah, go, yeah)
(Cashapp)

[Chorus] [WARHOVNDS]
Yeah, that rat n*gga scary, he pus*y
f*ck that n*gga, he pus*y (yeah)
I'm wearing Cartier Lens (yeah)
I don't want you, b*tch, I want your friends (yeah)
Cartier Lens like Tony (yeah)
These n*ggas fake, they phony (yeah)
These n*ggas don't want baloney (yeah)
I gave her the glizzy, no coney (yeah)
I'm sagging these bricks like a man (yeah)
Your hoe wanna f*ck, she a fan (yeah)
I'm dying I ain't talkin down, yеah (yeah)
I'm in this sh*t with Kan, Kan, Kan (yeah)
2500 is light (yeah)
Your hoе wanna f*ck every night (yeah)
I'm Mario, I give her that pipe (yeah)
My n*ggas they came in with them pipes (yeah)
[Verse] [WARHOVNDS]
My n*ggas came in with pipes like a bomb
Lil' shawty a freak, she take off her thong
I ain't talkin' chicken, but I gave her the bone
I ain't tryna stress you so leave it alone
How many of y'all got features with Kan
Each one of these n*ggas show me a band
It's cold outside, but I came with a fan
Amiri jeans can't even hold me a band
Shot at that white boy, I gave him a tan
pus*y ass b*tch, you know she a ten

[Verse] [KanKan]
I'm in the H with my dope
The FN came with a scope
Your b*tch for the games, she's a ho
f*ck n*gga, yeah, my bro
Down with them 50 rolls
And the Chrome Heart fit them racks
And they still leave 'em flat like a mat
And I got a plug named Matt
In the Hellcat, n*gga, matte black
And that n*gga, that all cap
Home in the H off the Act'
And the perc made me relax
The check came in, got me Saks
And I got sale on the tech
Wanna feat, n*gga getting taxed
You rat n*ggas scared, that's facts
[Verse] [637Iso]
Ye-Yeah, that's facts
He tried to run, but got shot in his back
You come from that hoe, and that b*tch is a gnat
Pull up in Scat, and that b*tch all black
No tennis, but my pockets full of them racks
This big ass choppa, man, get back
They told me this dude tryna get me a bag
I been so high, b*tch, I got jet lag
b*tch, I do the dash in the F-Ty Jag
And if that f*ck n*gga run up on me, ima blast
b*tch I'm so high, so you can't overlook me
He think he tough, but that n*gga a rookie
I took his b*tch, got the ho playing hooky
Yeah, these rat n*ggas scary, they pus*y

[Chorus] [WARHOVNDS]
Yeah, that rat n*gga scary, he pus*y
f*ck that n*gga, he pus*y (yeah)
I'm wearing Cartier Lens (yeah)
I don't want you, b*tch, I want your friends (yeah)
2500 is light (yeah)
Your hoe wanna f*ck every night (yeah)
I'm Mario, I give her that pipe (yeah)
My n*ggas they came in with them pipes (yeah)