Gator

[Intro]
(Fifty Grand)

[Chorus]
Uh, woah
These niggas some traitors
I pulled up and faded
They want a pic, I ain't famous
Diamonds gon' bite like a gator
I keep a Glock for the haters
Poured up 2 4's like a Laker
Ain't tryna' fuck see you later
I need chicken, I got me a piece
Made her no swipe, for a fee
Vroom in the Track, need no keys
I got some speed in the Jeep
Racks in the money machine
Frrr, it made a beep
I'm tryna' own up the lease
Sippin' on bloody, always double c's

[Verse]
Yeah, shoutout to Trigga, he Loc
I mix the Fanta with four
Rick Owens, head to my toe
Saint Laurent, Vlone, and more
I'm tryna' make the coup go
Tires left marks on the floor
Let's see if he really about it
We pull up on him and see if he blow

"Can't someone pour me the Wok?"
I'm tired of taking the Xans
I know these fuck-niggas plot
I got the Glock in my hand
I'm Roddy Ricch, with the box
Pick up the package and land
My Shawty know I'm the top
Can't do the average again

[Chorus]
Uh, woah
These niggas some traitors
I pulled up and faded
They want a pic, I ain't famous
Diamonds gon' bite like a gator
I keep a Glock for the haters
Poured up 2 4's like a Laker
Ain't tryna' fuck see you later
I need chicken, I got me a piece
Made her no swipe, for a fee
Vroom in the Track, need no keys
I got some speed in the Jeep
Racks in the money machine
Frrr, it made a beep
I'm tryna' own up the lease
Sippin' on bloody, always double c's

[Outro]
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