Lyrics:
the car but you know I be pushin' the white.
Dippin' Chevy in syrup,
Digital dash,
No bank accounts,
My money in bags.
Go do the physics,
Cause
for position
Street game all in your face watch the rolex cushion
Heavy weightier, I'm the champ, Mr. 3-2
Really though big baby and it's 2002
Wreck
a snack when she hop in my car
Let her eat up my mr mr good bar
If you want the press ups I get the good bars
Young EDF three times on a track
I might
I call her my lil sinner
Only competition, man in the mirror
Just by playing my song it makes the nigga richer
Everyday I'm better, makes a nigga
them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
They call me Mr. Laidback, take my kindness for a weakness, the underground king ain't got time for the weak shit, they talk about me daily and I
visions in different dimensions
Got a lil bitch she a vixen
Throwing all hundreds designer the clothes
Look at my belt come listen
Starting my car sitting
real I can't even explain
Ima talk for the block the
Block speakin in pain
People walkin on my face
Drug dealers in vain
Cars drivin on my heart, people
These fuck niggas keep calling me, had to change my phone
Had to slam my door, hey had to slam my door
Mr. Yellow and white gold, I'mma keep bagging
main
I'm gon' kiss Scruff, just kidding
I'm not gay
Scruff is so cute in so many ways
Eyes on me
It's the first time I lay you out
Smash you in my car
where you been, Mr. Gaulden
Baby, I'm with XO drinkin' sip, stop that callin'
Baby, I been fuckin' up my drip, I'm so awesome
Made her bend it over,
no comparison nigga you funny
My young niggas shooters
Post up in the hood i’m surrounded by hoovers
Played ball with lil perk then i turned
a acrobat
I woke up, thinking foreign car
But the Cadillac
Got a nigga sitting in a daze
24's hittin switches, sitting sideways
Trae flipping through
and what I see in the reflection is a thug figure
[Chorus - Lil Shade]
The ice on my wrist shine like a light
I can brighten up your day even at night
on mars
But I’m in a fancy car
Gotta keep my stacks
Wrapped in a loop
My pockets heavy
So I’m sitting in a coupe
Chauffeured
Every fucking where that I go
it up
A lil' Louis but my bitch wants some bags and stuff
Keep it 1 hunnit
1 hunnit in one's
If you tryna have some fun
Funds up get you some
The sum
touched, bitch
I sit at the bar and tear up hundred dollar bills
My car, my Hummer got 26 inch rims
I'm a star on my side of the earth, I bleed the block
sweets
Want some fuckin crack
Gone and hit me on my beep
A-i-are, sippin on tha barre
Nigga you don't understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TVs all up in
remember all you opps from middle school, them niggas was pussy
I remember my first stolen car, I was with Lil Chaz
I had just jumped off the porch but
Yeah, I'm the hottest shit jumping out the coffee pot
Man I'm just tryin' to get my spot like a polka dot.
A lil' cush make my eyes and my shoulders
chapters and some verses, you seek and you find
Look no further here I go, Big Will, Johnny Inferno
Flame by hip-hop burns eternal
All aboard on my train
fuckin' tongue
I'ma kill this fuckin' bum
I put that on my youngest son
I'll bust a gun
Have bullets flyin' out the fuckin' drum
Holdin' up a 9 in my hand
Into a superstar in my car tonight
I bought this just for you to see it
I'm sitting in my car chiefin'
Tell your homegirls that you leaving
Y'all
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