C4N Songtext

Uh, yeah, you know I ride with the stitches (Stitches), uh, you know I ride with my gun, yeah (My gun)
You know it hold 'bout fifty ('Bout fifty), huh, you know I keep 'bout a ton (What?)

Comme des Garçons boxers 'causе we came from nothin' (What? Nothin')
Baguettе around my neck, huh, you reach, you gon' be done (What? What?)
You know my gun hold fifty (Hold fifty), huh, we shoot that bitch for fun, yeah (Fun)
You play, this shit get wicked (What?), huh, you know we ain’t sparin' nothin', yeah

We ride inside the Tonka, yeah, this bitch got red guts (Red guts)
Come catch us out in traffic, we got sticks inside the truck
Lil’ bitch, is you ready to ride? I see that you got on your boots (Got on your boots)
Put mama on some diamonds, I'm doin' this shit all for you
My pocket withdrawal like a biscuit (Like a biscuit)
We stackin' this shit through the ceiling (The ceiling)
They know that we rockin' these diamonds
They know that we handle the business (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, woo)

Yeah, rockin' that Comme des Garçons boxers 'cause we came from nothin' (Woo)
Yeah, stackin' that paper, we stackin' that paper every day 'cause we came from nothin'
Uh, uh, you know I ain't worried ‘bout these niggas 'ccause I keep my fire Uh, yeah, ridin' down 285, yeah, smokin' H5
Uh, yeah, you know I ride with the stitches (Stitches), uh, you know I ride with my gun, yeah (My gun)
You know it hold 'bout fifty ('Bout fifty), huh, you know I keep 'bout a ton