Mercedes

Dylvinci got the code
I cool with your thot, nigga, she my baby
Remember them days when she tried to play me (
Eddie Gianni
I get the white, nigga, like the eighties
I’m sipping this lean, man, it got me lazy
Big four-o not a lil' three-eight
Yeah, I trap on the block, need the AAA
Yeah, I’m smoking dope, man, that shit got me faded
(What? Yeah, faded)
Ride in the drop', nigga, it’s Mercedes
I got a bad bitch named Mercedes
Aquafina on my neck got me laking
Who on my phone? Better be a payment
I’m showing love to the trap like Miss Daisy
(Daisy, Daisy, what? What?)
These niggas, they stealing the swag
Don’t mean to brag, but I had a bag
This not a Hellcat, this a Jag
He talking down, I’ma empty the mag
Chop' make him glitch, nigga, make him lag
I went to LA, man, I got jetlag
I got the heat, man, that shit in my bag
And I’m on the front page of a mag'
Try to be me, he don’t get it like that
(What? What? What?)
I’m in my motherfucking glo
You be connected to these hoes
My teeth like the sun, nigga, way I glow
We make it hot, nigga, like the stove
I’m pouring Wockhardt in the Fanta
Met her at Magic, she a dancer
She give me top, nigga, like some dandruff
(Damn, the top)