Sup? Alright, count it up
Let's go, let's go
Two tone, fruity pebbles Murakami
Two-two-two tone fruity two-tone fruity-kami
Got these bitches call me papi
Run it, run it, run it, run it
Run it, run it, run it, run it
Man, I'm on a hundred like right now (right now)
Steppin' on, reppin' on my town
Reppin' H-town, no Houston (let's go)
Hoppin' in the whip, put the light down (yeah)
Man, I'm really feelin' myself (whoo)
Better not fuck up my vibe now
Better not fuck up my whoo (better)
Better not fuck up my wait, hah
Better not fuck up my vibe (my bad)
You cannot fuck up my vibe
Kickin' back, sippin' lemonade
Maybe some fries on the side
Let me get a number five, and some chilly pepper dip
That can make me come alive
I'm the new student of the game, eh
Y'all are just some alumni (y'all old)
Rule number one, never chase on a bitch (what's up? That's what I do)
Rule number two, yo bitches, gotta match, yo fit (I got it)
Run it, run it, run it, run it
Look, okay, uh-uh, huh-uh-uh, ok, uh, uh-uh
Look, flinch stone, buss down, when you walk, don't make a sound
Mamacita let me get your number
'Cause you lookin' like straight outta Tumblr
Damn, and you might just be finer than summer (she bad)
And you got a boyfriend? That's cap (ah-ah)
And she got a boyfriend that raps?
Okay, okay, okay
Classic and the blunt ashy
You don't fuck with Jenny, so I know you fuck with Ashley
Can't get pass me? Young great gatsby
I stay inside the stu- 'til my voice get raspy dawg
Young Kyle, my fuck (Young Kyle), ay (yeah)
No Houston (wait), no Houston (ay)
Yeah (young Sixty)
One time
Man, I'm on a hundred like right now
Steppin' on, reppin' on my town (my town)
Reppin' H-town, no Houston (let's go)
Hoppin' in the whip, put the light down
Man, I'm really feelin' myself
Better not fuck up my vibe now
Better not fuck up my (whoo)
(Alright, look)
Look, two tone, fruity pebbles Murakami
Pull up, shit, doing donuts on a Camry
Got these bitches call me Papi (Papi), bitch from Alcopoco
But her daddy local, that's how you know she nasty
Now all the bitches from high school
Decided to change their mind and then follow me first (like uh, uh, uh)
'Cause I be rappin' now, boy what's happenin' now?
Bitch, get off of my shit, new shirt (like uh, uh, uh)
('Cause) whole team get the money, whole scene get the money, whole cream get the money
Your shit sound funny when I make me some money
I'll flip me some money, I'll make me more money
She bounce like a bunny, get down for the money, and she want it Cash App (wait, uh-uh)
Hop in that bitch and I go, buss down, keep it on froze
Whippin' that shit in slo-mo
When your boy tuckin' it, uppin' it, stuckin' it, better go ghost
145 on the flow
Young T out, yeah, lookin' for the dough
Walk out the Louis V store
Tell that lil' bitch, don't fuck up the dough
Why the outside motherfuckers be talkin' and talkin' the most?
I'm blowin' that green like Piccolo, Piccolo
She tryna fuck it and suck it, I up it and stick it, she wanna get turned to a puppet
I get it and bag it up, stack it up, wack motherfuckers, better let it go frozen, uh
Classic and the blunt ashy
You don't fuck with Jenny, so I know you fuck with Ashley
Can't get pass me? Young great gatsby
I stay inside the stu- 'til my voice get raspy dawg
Easy (bitch, Sixty)
Piece of cake (bitch, bitch, on God)
44 got the keys, 24 on the keys
Young boy got the keys
(MCK)
Keys