Toxic (feat. Global Dell) (Clean Mix)

Gucci on my feet when I’m walking yeah
Im busting down my cuban links I put some rocks in them
Sipping up on that drink, and its toxic yeah
I know she wanna **** with me because I’m popping yeah
I just had to run it up I had no option yeah
Now my engine in the trunk, you can say I’m doing well
Sipping up on that drink and its toxic yeah
I know she wanna **** with me because I’m popping yeah
You got money problems girl I got the antidote
Toss it, toss it back bust it open like a cantaloupe yeah
When I pull with the gang, know we do the most.
I be going Danny phantom I’m swerving in that ghost yeahhhh
They showing fake love, I can peep that from a mile away
Now I’m in the Maybach and I’m laid back in designer frames yeah
And if I like that **** a price tag ima cop it anyways
Yeah I’m living life fast, think I might crash I be wilding everyday
Tell me what you want, I got just what you need
Ill pull up to the party and I’m flexing with my team
I got the louie on my belt, and that Prada on my jeans
You see me stuntin they can’t do it like me
Yeah you know I got that
Gucci on my feet when I’m walking yeah
Im busting down my cuban links I put some rocks in them
Sipping up on that drink, and its toxic yeah
I know she wanna **** with me because I’m popping yeah
I just had to run it up I had no option yeah
Now my engine in the trunk, you can say I’m doing well
Sipping up on that drink and its toxic yeah
I know she wanna **** with me because I’m popping yeah
Pulled up in a brand new whip and the roof was cosmic yeah
I been sipping on this ******* even though its toxic yeah
New bust down Cartier frames got my vision clear as day
When she see me stuntin she gon come my way
I swear to god this life is what a nigga meant for
Spend it how I like cause I know ima get more
Ima put my brand new ***** in louie v and Dior
No you don’t gotta worry bout these lames any more
I mix that Gucci with that Prada Raf Simmons that's all on me
Remember she aint **** with me now I bet she like what she see
now I keep couple racks stuff it in a jans-sport
Yeah lil ***** I’m poppin tags you know thats for damn sure, I got
Gucci on my feet when I’m walking yeah
Im busting down my cuban links I put some rocks in them
Sipping up on that drink, and its toxic yeah
I know she wanna **** with me because I’m popping yeah
I just had to run it up I had no option yeah
Now my engine in the trunk, you can say I’m doing well
Sipping up on that drink and its toxic yeah
I know she wanna **** with me because I’m popping yeah