AdLo - Neimans (feat. 10kdunkin & JWitDaBeam)

I keep that Glock on me, I can't feel nobody
This model hoe bad, but she don't got nobody
My niggas throw it up, they might shoot up the party
Dope in my cup & that Coupe hit with parking
Pull up and flood, exotic, I spark it
She love my car, cause it's loud when I start it
I swear this shit easy, but we go the hardest
Right after that lick, had to hit Neiman Marcus
I went hit that lick and I spend it at Neiman's
100 touchdown, money, had it gone by the weekend
I don't really like the percs, cause I turn to a demon
Don't watch my pockets, just know I'm eatin'
These niggas ain't my kids, Ima give 'em a beating
Me & my Glock 9, we undefeated
Don't cross the street nigga, don't give me a reason
Got straps and strips, gon' leave them in pieces
Got ya bitch lubed up like pack in the mail
She bangin' my line, wanna know how I am
Short 10g's on the zip, cause he ain't got no scale
If bro gets locked up, just know I got the bail
Shots fired out the Uzi, you ain't got no clue
Stop flexin' those bands if they ain't gleaming blue
Running low on a strain, don't know which plug to choose
25 to 6k once we hit Western Union
I keep my distance cause people around me be actin' so foolish
Investing this shit in my music, I should really see $100k soon
Runnin' a bag up in Neiman's, and I'm balling out with the team
Sending a snap to all of these plays so don't fucking bother me
I keep that Glock on me, I can't feel nobody
This model hoe bad, but she don't got nobody
My niggas throw it up, they might shoot up the party
Dope in my cup & that Coupe hit with parking
Pull up and flood, exotic, I spark it
She love my car, cause it's loud when I start it
I swear this shit easy, but we go the hardest
Right after that lick, had to hit Neiman Marcus
I went hit that lick and I spend it at Neiman's
100 touchdown, money, had it gone by the weekend
I don't really like the percs, cause I turn to a demon
Don't watch my pockets, just know I'm eatin'
These niggas ain't my kids, Ima give 'em a beating
Me & my Glock 9, we undefeated
Don't cross the street nigga, don't give me a reason
Got straps and strips, gon' leave them in pieces

Written by:
Adam London, Devon Derry

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