1] I'm rolling through Ladera in a Beemer cleaner on the blueberry Slurpee, eating that fajita My passenger seat is by Senorita And keeps on bugging me about wanting to meet her I don't really need her, I'm just tryna her real nice So on, up in the night, I could go beat her And a lie about the gonorrhea So she don't feel about me wanting to leave her That "fuck" on print is cheetah And I got that '87 bunny flow, like an Basket, you faggots, is plastic, like nerds old glasses But I'm still liable to get my ass Conned-Sort actor, a Baby Milo addict in the Where you losers get me Nikon and the Canon, they were never the And please do not take a picture, I can't be seen with you
Man, y'all some lames Man, y'all some lames Don't lie to yourself, y'all lames Man, some lames The Canon don't flash, some lames I cannot be with you lames You mothafuckas is some
2] Can't stop for, flashing, a cop car Me and. well, I'm a rock star y'all the O.F. is banging on 'em Custom curlex rolling while we're Regan on 'em Y'all drug dealers, I Sagan on 'em Chop and screw Nas tracks, I got waiting on 'em My shirt is yellow, but the is gold I take the Ritalin cause my therapist the pill is old I can't skate, but I guess lost control I don't have sense, I sold my soul For some gold Bapes low-price, rate Authentic, never fake, the poll, our statistic Stay with authentics, check my Cause my mob's goodie like we And he know, I am yes and she know Every is a gram, kilo