Corrección Letra Givenchy Kickin' par Calboy

Featuring(s) : Lil Baby & Lil Tjay

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Thousand dollar Givenchys, you can't kick it with me (Can't kick it with me)
I used to ride on the ten speed, now I'm in a Bentley
(Now I'm in a Bentley)
I heard they out to get me, so I gotta turn on this fifty (Turn on this fifty)
Block boy known to get busy, check out my drip, it cost fifty

We got a whole lotta bullets, lil' bro got the glizzy
But I got the choppa in the trunk
Fifty k up in my jeans, it look like my pockets just got a new case of the month
I need that fetti on fetti, these niggas be jealous, these niggas be bitches, they punks
Hope you ready, I'm ready, I know bout some killers that carry machetes and pumps
Leave him like [?] professor he clumped
I made a million, but still ain't enough
I poured a four, a serving in my cup
These niggas be talking, boy shut the fuck up
Dripping like a bitch, get a nigga stuck up
I just hit another lick, yeah a nigga lucked up
I was running off the drugs, got a nigga fucked up
We gon send a couple shots, niggas better buck up
Spend yo game, talk yo shit boy
Its real in the field, better grab your stick [?]
Flow too cold, better grab your bitch
I'm too good with the words, when I shoot I don't miss
All this smoke, I gotta light one
All these opps, I gotta strike one
Wanna tweak with the gang, you got the right one
Come down bad got blood on my ones
We used to play in them hallways, with the walkie talkies
Now it's just hot babes when we here while we talking
Money ain't in yo conversation, then nigga why we talkin?
Cause I be getting money too often
Fuck a lil bitch I'm balling

Thousand dollar Givenchys, you can't kick it with me (Can't kick it with me)
I used to ride on the tenth speed, now I'm in a Bentley (Now I'm in a Bentley)
I heard they out to get me, so I gotta turn on this fifty (Turn on this fifty)
Block boy known to get busy, check out my drip, it cost fifty

in the cut, yeah
I can't talk about my opp, they dead
Rather talk about the guap, instead
Every nigga on my roster playing
New Amiri jeans, fuck it I'm a fiend
Now got a bitch [?]
I done seen niggas running up down, keep it real, then I watch them fall
I hit the gas I don't stop for laws
I went from racks, to racks, to [?]
I'm on they ass [?] now my shit passed the wall
Ain't ask shit for a [?] as soon as I get it, I feel like I have to ball
Big team playa, pass the ball
They was hating on me, passed them all
I got some niggas who sitting in prison, I'm with them, I'm trying to get passed the wall
Thousand dollar shoes, wear them one time
We don't fuck with them, they ain't our kind
VVS stones, I bet that I shine
I been on the road for this
Couple niggas dead and gone, I miss
I've been riding in the ghost for this

We are the youngest niggas coming up
Say you a shooter, nigga you a bluff
I swear the money giving me a rush
Bitches [?] now she wanna touch
AP is heavy on my hand
Choosing a frenzy, I don't give a damn
Too many Glocks for it to jam
Money and a burner, nigga leave a tan
I'm a just leave a nigga in the sand
Or I can get ahead [?] for a band
Fuck all that talking, now I got a plan
I'm a just move it, until they understand
Niggas woke up, posting on the gram
Still in the trap, sorry Uncle Sam
Took us some time, started with a gram
And I still got some silent niggas in the can
Chop it up, chop it up, chop it up, block it up
You see the ice on my neck, try and touch on my pocket
Woah, Givenchy my drip for the day, I got more in the closet
Givenchy my shirt, Givenchy my shoes, I'm not a regular shopper

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