Back From Aspen (feat. Larry June & Curren$y)

The sun came up, the top came down

Just another day in the hood, same sound

Duals crackin', unh, beat knocking, Zapco clipping

Yeah, she jockin', stopped to get a bottle of Boone's and slow burners

The sun out, should've brought the gun out

But fuck it, I'm finna pull up on my **** June

And blow this batter and listen to this 'Coming Soon'

Blew through the light, damn near hit a cable car

Word on the street, Larry got the stable bars

Let's get 'em up, the people's choice with the people's voice

Bitches we knock 'em in old schools, we don't need a Royce

We was overdue but never overdone

And this one's for my **** on lock and on the run

We still at it, marijuana and mathematics and butter flows

You know how this shit goes, unh

Hopping out that shit, you know what I mean

Ery'thing him too, just got back from Aspen

Heated driveways and shit, sumn' slight numbers, mayne

And bitch, don't check me, mayne, check that engine light

I hop in the Nash and I plug in my phone

Light up a chop, make sure my lights is on

My .40 is loaded, my ice is on

My watch is rose, I knocked the hoe

Then I slid to the Rich, had to make me a play

She met me outside of Metro a quarter to 8

A bulletproof vest couldn't stop this K

So quit worrying 'bout the bitch, she gon' fuck anyway

Back to the city where I'm joogin' for real

Mack when I talk 'cause I live it for real

Creepin' at a real low speed

The sight on the top of this wop look mean

It match my hoodie, it match my jeans

It match the watch, it match the P

My tank on E, so I made that left

I'm a Frisco **** with a pocket fulla check, was haanin'?

Gas prices high, so am I

Too rich to cry about it, so I slide

It ain't hard to tell if I'm outside

Double S Chevy, all my jewelry heavy

She with me because she stay ready

We ain't gotta talk about it

Tangle up that sucka up, then we run his pockets

Meet me back at the spot, we could talk about it

I parked the Corvettes behind the cottage

Collecting vintage Camaros, minimum mileage

One of the coldest in it, if we be honest

Stay stylin', no stylist, admired by major designers

I inspire 'em

They send me rare pieces and I push the line for them

Continue bringing mo' dollar signs in

Adding up, racking up more accomplishments, the bombest shit!