CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Stripes Like Burberry
DJ Escomoe City, the coolest DJ on the motherf**kin' planet (Oh)
Escomoe free (Oh)
I been lookin' at the sun, but can't worry
I'm my mama oldest son, can't get buried
I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry
I might pop a f**k n***a, yeah, like a wheely, yeah
I'm used to the murder, I'm from Philly
Money man, my money rubber bandin', sh*t get silly
I used to drink the color purple, my plug ain't seal it
Takin' out two hundred at a time, stack it to the ceiling
I got me a brand-new coupe and I took off the ceiling
These boys not, uh, on my level, live on top of the building (Yeah)
In the penthouse playin' with a hundred like woah, I ain't got no feelings
In the penthouse playin' with a hundred like woah
Big old bag like woah
Get that cash like woah
Snakes in the grass, got more
Everything I say gon' go
Platinum Rollie, no gold
Told my girl fast and slow
You know how life goes
Man, I got the best, I can't worry
Yeah, I can end your whole history
Looking in my eyes, you see a demon, flames like fury
Just act like everybody in the game, she said that y'all can share me
See I got the foreign cars, my n***as got foreigns and you know they is not holdin' sh*t
See me pullin' up, that boy got a foreign and you know that b*t*h got the ownership
And if I'm in the passenger seat, you know that I got a thirty clip
And look at these n***as, they actin' like gangsters, but they really just on some phony sh*t
See, I been in the field for a long time
Bad b*t*hes try to f**k on me, I remember when they ain't pay me no mind
I remember when these boys tried to take me off my grind
I remember when these boys said that I would be nothin'
I remember when I had no money and I needed a lil' frontin'
I remember before hundred percent, my boys got the work, had to cut it
I remember I started runnin' this sh*t, you know I'm gonna keep runnin' it
n***as, they mad 'cause I'm still sixteen when it comes to this
Escomoe free (Oh)
I been lookin' at the sun, but can't worry
I'm my mama oldest son, can't get buried
I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry
I might pop a f**k n***a, yeah, like a wheely, yeah
I'm used to the murder, I'm from Philly
Money man, my money rubber bandin', sh*t get silly
I used to drink the color purple, my plug ain't seal it
Takin' out two hundred at a time, stack it to the ceiling
I got me a brand-new coupe and I took off the ceiling
These boys not, uh, on my level, live on top of the building (Yeah)
In the penthouse playin' with a hundred like woah, I ain't got no feelings
In the penthouse playin' with a hundred like woah
Big old bag like woah
Get that cash like woah
Snakes in the grass, got more
Everything I say gon' go
Platinum Rollie, no gold
Told my girl fast and slow
You know how life goes
Man, I got the best, I can't worry
Yeah, I can end your whole history
Looking in my eyes, you see a demon, flames like fury
Just act like everybody in the game, she said that y'all can share me
See I got the foreign cars, my n***as got foreigns and you know they is not holdin' sh*t
See me pullin' up, that boy got a foreign and you know that b*t*h got the ownership
And if I'm in the passenger seat, you know that I got a thirty clip
And look at these n***as, they actin' like gangsters, but they really just on some phony sh*t
See, I been in the field for a long time
Bad b*t*hes try to f**k on me, I remember when they ain't pay me no mind
I remember when these boys tried to take me off my grind
I remember when these boys said that I would be nothin'
I remember when I had no money and I needed a lil' frontin'
I remember before hundred percent, my boys got the work, had to cut it
I remember I started runnin' this sh*t, you know I'm gonna keep runnin' it
n***as, they mad 'cause I'm still sixteen when it comes to this
