You know the shoe stiff when I step
Cranberry drip 'round the neck
I just did thirty this week
Ain't even bother to check
I got your shawty with me
Off of the lavender tech
LA said they wanna speak
I told gimme a jet
TOP, yea
Got it on lock, yea
Shawty in her feels in the fields
Imma take her ass to Trop, yea
They keep talking on us
They running out of luck
Everybody round me bout dubs
Cause everybody throw it up
Everybody throw it up!
And I gotta let the chain hang
Walked up in this party with a model and a plain jane
Not a day one we ain't giving you a damn thing
Talking bout my pack then all my brothers on the same thing, stupid
T, K and them ruthless
Hearing hella threats but I know they won't do shit
Told em slide the addy imma pull up in Big Lu Whip
Ran off wit his blues Kel left that nigga clueless
Same thing
Imma star and it won't change
Sipping in the car Wockpush this shit in both lanes
In the D wit a G make her wanna ask for Dolce
I can't see you everyday girl you gotta have your own thing
Oh lord
Kel on top on top
And it's feelin real good getting top at the top
Oh, Oh lord
Cup filled with some drop
And you know we bout to rock
Getting rocked of the 'Roq
Oh, oh lord
Got it on lock, yea
Shawty in her feels in the fields
Imma take her ass to Trop, yea
They keep talking on us
They running out of luck
Everybody round me bout dubs
Cause everybody throw it up
Everybody it throw it up!
We got lean, we got green in this rari
Hoes three in this rari
It's a party in this rari
I'm pushing this bitch
This ain't even my rari
If I crash this bitch save the drink I ain't sorry
She wet off my fit I dress Kalahari
Big check kalamari
What's next, after party
All these lame ass niggas tryna roll with my posse
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Can't trust nobody
Can't trust
This bape on you can see it in the dark
I don't really got no heart, niggas left me in the dark
Got my homie on V keep that iron like he Stark
If you wanna live fast lay low and play ya part
Preme T, Tee hee, Thank God, TG
Walked out, Turbo Greens, On me, On me