ContraVein - W.W.B. Lyrics

Gold and diamond chains, uh, yea, uh
All up on my neck, yuh
And my chest, uh
Upping up my clout, uh, yea, uh
That's what we about, yea, uh, yo
Takin' down the city, imma burn it to the ground
Spittin' fire, packing heat
Got them J's on my feet
Lookin' for a 3peat
Pullin' up to Interscope
In my Lamborghini
Make that horn go "beep beep"
Wishin' I was signed
Looking for a sign
Tequila with some lime
To kill a beat with rhyme
I do it all the time
Usin' words so dirty that you know I'm gonna get a fine
It's okay tho cuz I got this girl that's so fine
Wearing that designer and I hope that you don't mind
When I ask what's on her mind
Like what's going in her brain
Is you gonna give me brain?
And please don't refrain
Cuz you here with contravein
Gold and diamond chains, uh, yea, uh
All up on my neck, yuh
And my chest, uh
Upping up my clout, uh, yea, uh
That's what we about, yea, uh, yo
Gold and diamond chains, uh, yea, uh
All up on my neck, yuh
And my chest, uh
Upping up my clout, uh, yea, uh
That's what we about, yea, uh, yo