Текст RiFF RAFF – Cuz My Gear
Текст:
Bang
Bang bang
Hook:
She just really jock me cause my gear
She just really like me for my watch
She just really like me for my car
Riff Raff:
Holograms on my hand gave me a tanned wrist
Diamonds dancing on my fist look like a blank disc
Teriyaki suit with the lemon Fanta
Heavy weight, heartburn: Mylanta
Adversaries call me on my Blackberry
Now I’m in the laundry mat: Darryl Strawberry
On my cell phone, now I’m on my iPhone
She thought it was a cat phone
Now I’m on my bat phone
Hanging fangs down like a vampire («Twilight!»)
Sapphires dancing on my hand like a campfire («Dancing!»)
Camp counselor, living in the lap of luxe
Double cheese deluxe in the penguin tux
Hook
Chief Keef:
That bitch rub me cause she know I keep it real («3 Hunna»)
Say she don’t like a nigga that’s gon squal (nah!)
Well listen baby, I’m a keep it real
You know you ain’t got shit, come in here
Butter blunt of kush in the air
And I won’t feed you lies to your ears
Cause niggas better calm down before they hear
I won’t wife her keep it pimpin over here
Gucci shirts, we ain’t simple over here («Gucci!»)
Fuck, nigga mad cause his bitch jockin
And I be flexin up the Maseratis, flex!
Hook