Bali (feat. NAV)

Time to turn the heat up like it's Bali Throwin' all these bands while we in Follies Horseman on my emblem, but it's headless Roof gone, now we drivin' down to Venice She so good at what she do, I might bust a move Jaw been on a lock while I sprinkle molly rock How come when I'm comin' down's the only time you need me? How come when I'm poppin' is the only time you see me? She so good at what she do, ain't no room for talkin' Ain't no room for talkin', ain't no room for talkin' Mixin' tinted liquor, I ain't fuckin' with no white shit I don't trust an opp, so many photos that I cropped DNA, trappin' in my genes, yeah Bought myself a pair of Balmain jeans, yeah 'Member when I traveled with that ball? Yeah 'Member when I sold them that rerock? Yeah Mixing up that Raf with that Margiela Walkin' past my ex, now she get jealous Wait, hold on, had to put down on that 'Rari Wait, hold on, did that VLONE like I'm Bari Pull up on the plug, let him know I need a pint Don't ask for a sip, no, I'm not sellin' lines If she comin' to the crib then she knows that it's a pine ting Hit it, then pass it to my slime You try to dap me up after the show No, no, no, no, no, no, no You wanna sip my drink, yeah You wanna do my blow No, no, no, no, no, no, no She so good at what she do, I might bust a move Jaw been on a lock while I sprinkle molly rock How come when I'm comin' down's the only time you need me? How come when I'm poppin' is the only time you see me? She so good at what she do, ain't no room for talkin' Ain't no room for talkin', ain't no room for talkin' Mixin' tinted liquor, I ain't fuckin' with no white shit I don't trust an opp, so many photos that I cropped I just ordered two more, now I got three different watches See my haters talkin', make sure that they watchin' Real bosses listen, talking money when I'm talkin' Outline you in chalk, Raf or Ricky, when I'm walkin' Wylin' like I'm Stone Cold Steve, I fucked a bitch in Austin Just pass me the rock, I don't know how much I pop Dissin' Derek, that ain't wise, 88 bullets gon' drop him Chicken in the pot, got your girl watchin' my cock In New York, I Milly Rock My shooter tote a .30, he can't hide it in his sock I am not a rapper, all these other rappers soft They hoping I fall off But bitch I'm at the top, I'm just a brown boy from the block She so good at what she do, I might bust a move Jaw been on a lock while I sprinkle molly rock How come when I'm comin' down's the only time you need me? How come when I'm poppin' is the only time you see me? She so good at what she do, ain't no room for talkin' Ain't no room for talkin', ain't no room for talkin' Mixin' tinted liquor, I ain't fuckin' with no white shit I don't trust an opp, so many photos that I cropped