Father - Sephiroth

Yeah

Black boots, tattoos, yeah
Hair long like Sephiroth
Square necks are rare nigga dead
Niggas run up but they hella soft
Might go cop a helicopter
Yeah, Blackhawk down
Pullin' up like a black mobster
On any side of town

Big bands, ooh
Coupe swoop, ooh yeah
Vroom vroom
Niggas like, "Can I ride?"
I ain't got no room
Whippin' I-85
I just dropped my roof
Cartiers on my eyes
Nigga lookin' like a crook

Kill a bitch nigga shook, yeah
Running round like I'm Shug Knight
I'm here to fuck up yo' night
Peep the blade, like less is nice
Valentino
All my niggas is way too vain
Keep starin' in the rear view
Hope twelve don't get me too
Goshas, Dolces, pourin' rose on a hoe face
Spent November in a Marriott
So fucked up got carried, yeah
Real hard to text, plug used to call a nigga lil' RX
Nigga you a boss that's so far-fetched
Silk on minks and a gold Rolex

Yeah, black boots, tattoos, yeah
Hair long like Sephiroth
Square necks are rare nigga dead
Niggas run up but they hella soft
Might go cop a helicopter
Yeah, Blackhawk down
Pullin' up like a black mobster
On any side of town

Big bands, ooh
Coupe swoop, ooh yeah
Vroom vroom
Niggas like, "Can I ride?"
I ain't got no room
Whippin' I-85
I just dropped my roof
Cartiers on my eyes
Nigga lookin' like a crook

When I die, gon' die in Dior
All my girls gon' cry for sure
Banging they fist on the motherfucking ground
Bouncin' they ass up and down on the floor
When I die gon' die in Chanel
All my boys gon' blaze the L
Pourin' they lean on the motherfuckin' ground
Letting that shit run down to hell

Black tracksuits, tattoos
Twelve always think we on gang shit
Tryna depot the lingo, understand the anguish
Tryna learn a young nigga language, yuh
Run up on a nigga, get vanquished
Vanished, poof
Doin' donuts sipping on goop
Tryna not be broke like you

Yeah, black boots, tattoos, yeah
Hair long like Sephiroth
Square necks are rare nigga dead
Niggas run up but they hella soft
Might go cop a helicopter
Yeah, Blackhawk down
Pullin' up like a black mobster
On any side of town

Big bands, ooh
Coupe swoop, ooh yeah
Vroom vroom
Niggas like, "Can I ride?"
I ain't got no room
Whippin' I-85
I just dropped my roof
Cartiers on my eyes
Nigga lookin' like a crook

Written by:
Centel Mangum, Nate Donmoyer, Zachary Mack Whitman

Publisher:
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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