Uh, it's Tutu
Need me them Louis V high steppers
Maison Margiela
I got expensive taste
Gas pack loud weed
Smoke it I'm wakin the neighbors
People too quick to change
When they see I got my change up
I see the ones the same
My bruddas they my day ones
They do anything for a lil dollar
Or juss hit a of coochie
I stay with my guys it's never a problem
Shit always look like a movie
I stay in the booth I'm never outside
I stay on the grind and do me
Don't hit up my line
If it ain't bout dimes the bread the butter or blue cheese
I need the cheese, bread, cake, cash
Walk in this bitch blowing straight gas
Bitch I need that check fast
She give me neck then I jet dash
I been up all night gettin' heavy bags
High all the time I got jet lag
She want me to come stretch that
He want problems get head bagged
Toe tagged, so sad
I do not dwell on that shit I just wet em forget 'em
I'm chillin' I'm gelling tryna get some Margielas
Beretta with lead for the pressure
Put you on a stretcher, you could get your head
Touched if I feel like sending a message
Got niggas no heart they robotic and they go insano
Automatic like a Tesla
Kush and the blues that be all that I touch if a nigga
Get down that shit make me feel better
I need the dough large amounts ain't a rat, but I'm
Out for the cheese, the whiz, the cheddar
She on her knees she please me yes sir
Catching my kids in your new sweater
She wanna bend she saying I'm better
Her and her friend gon lick the head up
Okay what is it?
Need me them Louis V high steppers
Maison Margielas
I got expensive taste
Gas pack loud weed
Smoke it I'm wakin the neighbors
People too quick to change
When they see I got my change up
I see the ones the same
My bruddas they my day ones
They do anything for a lil dollar
Or juss hit a of coochie
I stay with my guys it's never a problem
Shit always look like a movie
I stay in the booth I'm never outside
I stay on the grind and do me
Don't hit up my line
If it ain't bout dimes the bread the butter or blue cheese
I had me the dubby I got me the rolla and now
I just want me the Benz
I get me a bag I'm flipping a pack
Said if you don't work you don't win
My shit on hot no fan
Really ion think they understand
I'm steady up counting ends
People I'm round gotta make they way in
Never settle for the lesser
Gimme the big bag I need extra
Hustle hard big stepper
Remember times I wanted better
But really ain't know any better
Get back, pussy, get back
Need the blue cheese fuck the feta
Wegone spin back on your bitch ass
Know I'm outta line with my mental
Ooh
Steeze hop out the roof
My brother a demon
There's really no tellin' what he gonna do
See we want the green
Fuck naw we want the blues
I pray that my family gone get it regardless
I won't let them get it and lose it
Need me them Louis V high steppers
Maison Margielas
I got expensive taste
Gas pack loud weed
Smoke it I'm wakin the neighbors
People too quick to change
When they see I got my change up
I see the ones the same
My bruddas they my day ones
They do anything for a lil dollar
Or juss hit a of coochie
I stay with my guys it's never a problem
Shit always look like a movie
I stay in the booth I'm never outside
I stay on the grind and do me
Don't hit up my line
If it ain't bout dimes the bread the butter or blue cheese (... on demo on this one)