smoove shit

king combs

me and kai back of the bentley

rolling thinkin' bout how they envy

us

could it be cause i got plenty

girls rocking fendi

chasing a nigga benjis

she said she love all my christian waves

like how the silk sit on the egyptian waves

and niggas be worse than bitches these days

plot on they man be snitches these days

but man i got a hottie out in cali with the cream

type you only see in your dreams

nah mean

do things that a nigga never seen

never let another chick get in between by any means

i stay flossed up

bossed up

how you gon hate on the winning team when you stay lossed up

they wanna know how i'm flyer than the clear port

how you get so much ice through the airport?

like damn boy

you classy and flashy

cocaine seats so the cops wanna harass me

girls wanna bag me

hop in the whip

jump out the caddie

roll in the vip

yo

from my nigga chris view i think i see the vision too

four five spotted carolina blue

coupes or the bentleys or the stars on the roof

couple model broads and they all bad too

party all in the mansion we blow l's of smoke

this life is so amazing just knowing it could be you

what i do?

to make 'em all look so confused

it is cause the tint on the win tight blue?

c3 drive 'em crazy

drop mercedes

in belieze with ya lady

calling me baby

niggas think we bragging we toasting up

car float like a ladder when we rollin' up

still on that hood shit

probably cop a sweatsuit from ross

they need a red rope to section us off

cause we get reckless of course

can't stress over taking a loss

bad bitches stick around see the check is involved

uh

six hoppin' out sprinter vans

straight to the hotel feeling myself like will.i.am

i'll be

damned if a nigga try

take my spot

take my block

i was born in uptown bronx

getting pollo like i'm noreaga

party make you call the neighbors

won't be around you can call me later

stick around we gon blow this paper

got a few jacobs and they over 40 acres

c3 drive 'em crazy

drop mercedes

in belieze with ya lady

calling me baby

niggas think we bragging we toasting up

car float like a ladder when we rollin' up

i'm in the town for the night

do the things that you do best

get ready to my songs you the truest

the crewnecks stop movin'

tryna make a name in the game sippin' champagne

groovin

backstage movin'

positions that i'm in

still a student nothing changed

tryna hurdle to the fast lane

and pop models they be casting

gunning down range on

and that's an honor of my last name

team like a second coming

cats out the bag

real rap brings a new discussion

percussion of line bring the bands in

buddy rich hands in

got me drumming bring the fans in

ain't no telling what the kid's planning

c3 drive 'em crazy

drop mercedes

in belieze with ya lady

calling me baby

niggas think we bragging we toasting up

car float like a ladder when we rollin' up