Whole Bell lyrics

by

Casino


[Chorus: No Plug]
The wrist cost a whole bale
So many f*ckin' pounds, man I broke the whole scale
The forty pointer diamond Rollie cost a whole bale
That sh*t that you're wearing on your neck is on sale
Wrist cost a whole bale
So many f*ckin' pounds, man I broke the whole scale
The forty pointer diamond Rollie cost a whole bale
That sh*t that you're wearing on your neck is on sale

[Verse 1: NGeeYL]
I'm breakin' down the P and seven wholesale
How that young n*gga worked his way up to a bale
I'm vacuum sealing bricks, I f*cked around and broke the scale
Shawty starin' at my diamonds, makin' sure I'm tail
A n*gga play, a stick will swing his block like carousel
I'm runnin' with that pack like running back, that Beanie Wells
I don't mean to brag, I tax on gas but served them swag
Connived you out the bag, no wonder why they hate my ass
I'm swervin' in the Super Sport, got your weight on my dash
Servin' four-four-eights, got my neck wet like a lake
It ain't no debate, double-S a n*gga shake
One-sixteen in the safe, you try to take, annihilate

[Chorus: No Plug]
The wrist cost a whole bale
So many f*ckin' pounds, man I broke the whole scale
The forty pointer diamond Rollie cost a whole bale
That sh*t that you're wearing on your neck is on sale
Wrist cost a whole bale
So many f*ckin' pounds, man I broke the whole scale
The forty pointer diamond Rollie cost a whole bale
That sh*t that you're wearing on your neck is on sale
[Verse 2: No Plug]
Wrist costs a bale thanks to my clientele
If a n*gga try to rob then you know I'm droppin' shells, yeah
Saw him on the news, boy we knocked him out his socks, yeah
I got a Hellcat and I also got a drop, whoa
Coupe with the low-pro wheels, yeah
Bags in the vacuum seal, yeah
Broke ass n*gga want a deal, yeah
Hi-Tech red with the seal, yeah
My diamonds gon' swim like a seal
I got prescriptions like Dr. Phil
I got them percs if you wanna pop a pill
Whoa, whoa whoa whoa
I just sold a whole bale
I fly 'em on a jet, I don't send 'em through the mail
Whip cost four bales
Them bales wholesale
You say it's short five pounds n*gga? sh*t, oh well

[Chorus: No Plug]
The wrist cost a whole bale
So many f*ckin' pounds, man I broke the whole scale
The forty pointer diamond Rollie cost a whole bale
That sh*t that you're wearing on your neck is on sale
Wrist cost a whole bale
So many f*ckin' pounds, man I broke the whole scale
The forty pointer diamond Rollie cost a whole bale
That sh*t that you're wearing on your neck is on sale
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