Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darius Barlow
Songwriter
Marquis Davis
Songwriter
Lyrics
She think I'm handsome, Goddamn
Wooh
Look what this pape do
We in a mansion, Oh yea
Sheesh
(I lay that pipe down)
I got chrome heart
I got Cartier
I be dripping in shit no more hand me downs
She a ratchet little bitch had to take her down
Went from crawling to walking we rolling now
(Having my way)
Walk in, Dog shit, Paint drip, Chrome heart
Goddamn
Full clip, Take that, Walk down, Slime shit
Oh yea
Drose, Honcho, Barlo, The one, I am
Run it up, Run it up
Double up
Trying to touch me some racks fuck these Niggas
When you start having shit they stop fucking with ya
I Ain't fucking it off keep a stash box
I be stacking and saving I'm fundamental
She get down on her knees she pray to me
Can't give her the keys she for the street
Every dog have they day she might cross me up
Niggas actin so tough had to call his bluff
Finna light this bitch up who want smoke with us
If you talking that shit better stand on that
If you Jump off this ship ain't no swimming back
Had to ice out my heart get the feeling back
I got stars in the coupe where the ceiling at
And I carry my city like piggy back
Got me calling the shots like I'm hassellback
Only real niggas wit me I'm stamping that
These racks can't fit in my skinny jeans
They fat they bussing right out the seam
From scratch we came up off white teas
I'm that I'm cold like ice cream
Fucking that bitch I got stamina
How you fuck up the pack get yo handle up
I be low I be ducking from cameras
Stop playing with me like I'm regular
Bitch I'm that guy
Hit his ass with that fire
Make his ass cha cha
Having my way
This a hit pop fly
Staying Melo la la
Keep me a white girl coca
Cross the border we sipping mojitos
Down to kick it she show me her chi Chis
She choosing she seen me on tv
Been having my way since knee high
These Amiri y'all still wearing Levi's
Black trucks and sticks how ride
protecting my team like a d line
Top floor I'm fresh off the sofa
Don't come around me I don't know ya
Pick of litter I'm Chosen
Two step I hit my Ginobli
Turn 2 into 4 like I'm Kobe
Pass me the rock and I'm scoring
Too many bitches need Maury
Man I'm just telling my story
Tryna run up some racks with my gang members
Yea I eat and I starve with the same niggas
It's a flag on the play know I keep a whistle
Ain't no hoe in my blood I'm too official
I done ran up some racks and I changed niggas
They was coming like that so I came different
Nigga that' bust down the same difference
Take out them diamonds they ain't hitting
My lil vibe said she hate bitches
We had it tough putting pain in it
I just left outta Phipps cause I stay spending
I just left with his bitch so dont play wit em
Yeah
Know I talk that trap shit daily, I'll be the first to meet em
Bro just said he caught some charges, shit I hope he beat em
We can't talk bout whatever we do, whenever it's sneak we linking
Niggas wasn't trying to catch that wave
Now they sinking
Hit the road and go OT
My main hoe in double CC's
She can't fuck and stay she leave
Man you niggas ain't no P
I won't chase a bitch it's no need
Whenever they sleep I'm back In the streets
You talk to a boss when u talking to me
Told em take that shit back cause that Shit look too cheap
She think I'm handsome, Goddamn
Wooh
Look what this pape do
We in a mansion, Oh yea
Sheesh
(I lay that pipe down)
I got chrome heart
I got Cartier
I be dripping in shit no more hand me downs
She a ratchet little bitch had to take her down
Went from crawling to walking we rolling now
(Having my way)
Walk in, Dog shit, Paint drip, Chrome heart
Goddamn
Full clip, Take that, Walk down, Slime shit
Oh yea
Drose, Honcho, Barlo, The one, I am
Run it up, Run it up
Double up
Writer(s): Darius Barlow
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