Luh Tyler ● Moncler On My Coat

[Intro]
(Dylvinci got the code)
(You gotta motherfuckin' feel this shit, boy)
(Ayy, that's probably Tago)
Yeah, nigga
Phew, phew, phew
Yeah, nigga, ayy
Let's go, phew, for sure

[Verse 1]
Bitch, we get that cheese in real...⇣ More

[Intro]
(Dylvinci got the code)
(You gotta motherfuckin' feel this shit, boy)
(Ayy, that's probably Tago)
Yeah, nigga
Phew, phew, phew
Yeah, nigga, ayy
Let's go, phew, for sure

[Verse 1]
Bitch, we get that cheese in real life, this ain't no skit (This ain't no skit)
Any beat I hop on, nigga, that bitch a hit (That bitch a hit)
Bad lil' bitch don't even rap, but she gon' spit
I'ma pour that drank, I fill my cup, get a nigga lit
Pour that drank inside my cup, it got my movin' slow
When I step out, I be dripped out from my head down to my toe
Ayy, I took off, now these niggas sick, I think they got a cold
Stayed on the grind and now I'm really lit, nigga, that's for sure
[Chorus]
Kept on grindin', now I'm really lit, we be hittin' the road
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth, then I'm hittin' the 'yo
I remember when them boys was sleep, now them niggas woke
Nigga step out and you know I'm sticky, Moncler on my coat

[Verse 2]
Yeah, nigga, Moncler on my coat
Ayy, yeah, they was sleep, but now they woke
Ayy, wake up, brush my teeth, then hit the 'yo
Got this lil' bitch shakin' ass, come get your ho (Nigga, uh)
Better come and get your bitch, she shakin' ass
Yeah, you know all my niggas good, but all my bitches bad
We got pape', all my niggas happy, all your niggas sad
Bad lil' bitch, I don't even know her mama, but she call me dad
Bad lil' bitch, I don't even know her mama, she still call me daddy
Niggas hoes, on my trail, nigga, they like, "Oh, he rapping"
You ain't make no sale, know your trap drier than a napkin
We be slidin', know we on the road, get them bands in traffic
We be slidin' out in traffic, nigga, runnin' through them G's
Know lil' brodie keep that thing, he might run you out your jeans
Better know them niggas paid me if I popped out on the scene
To your bitch, I'm Freddy Krueger, nigga, I be in her dreams

[Chorus]
Kept on grindin', now I'm really lit, we be hittin' the road
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth, then I'm hittin' the 'yo
I remember when them boys was sleep, now them niggas woke
Nigga step out and you know I'm sticky, Moncler on my coat

[Outro]

Uh
Nigga sticky, nigga
Moncler on my coat, nigga sticky, nigga, uh
Phew, phew, skee

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