CHARGED UP

Damn, son, where'd you find this?

Who that pulling up? Back to back Lamborghinis, boy

My son think that I'm a genie, boy

Aye, these **** talk like hoes, might as well wear a bikini, boy

Aye, my wrist, this that Fiji, boy

Aye, knocking on your window with a squeegee, boy

Aye, talking dirty, make us clean it, boy

Hardly sleep, so ain't no dreaming, boy

I don't trust you, you look sleazy, boy

I just make this shit look easy

Put two watches on, I named 'em Mario, Luigi

Told 'em, "Pull up, wash the car"

They know they got to make it greasy

Ho think I sip too much, she say I gotta take it easy

Got some new wheels

Say I'm acting brand new

Like a Lasko

****, we a fan of you

It's Alaska

When I bring the jewelry through

Aye, it's Tokyo

When I pull the truck up

That bitch talk too much

She need to shut the fuck up

Want me to pick her up

'Cause she know I'm flexed up

We'll paint you red

What's on your shirt? Not ketchup

If they pick me up, we innocent, aye, aye

I take dope like Benadryl, aye

Stupid, rest them imbeciles

Going dumb like I ain't ever been to school, aye

In the hardtop, watch me lift the roof, aye

In a hurry, she gon' pick and choose, uh

We'll check your ass, now you a swoosh, aye

Sipping on a four of juice

Shoes off-white but they're not white

Call the plumber, it's a thirty stuck in a pipe

They ain't moving right

We gon' get 'em right

Call your dealer penthouse, is what i'm feeling like

You said he was a killer, mmm

Now you snitchin', mmm

L.A. know the streets, should've mind your business

Get up off my dick

And go find some bitches

**** be acting like they're street

Steady lying to bitches

Truck got seven speeds

Went to get in it, I forgot my keys

You love me, baby, please

And that ain't hard to believe

You just going for what you believe

'Cause my wrist always on bling

Ain't shit falling but some leaves, aye

Make a new bitch history

I'm cool as I can be

Wipe the shades off, I couldn't see, aye

You say them Gucci shades with a C

There's something wrong with your G

My gas tank on F, aye

Your gas tank on E

She like you in a Lamb, tryna be low key

Smokin O's, but oh, no Rome-E

What it's gon' be, what it's gon be

Got some new wheels

Say I'm acting brand new

Like a Lasko

****, we a fan of you

It's Alaska

When I bring the jewelry through

Aye, it's Tokyo

When I pull the truck up

That bitch talk too much

She need to shut the fuck up

Want me to pick her up

'Cause she know I'm flexed up

We'll paint you red

What's on your shirt? Not ketchup

This Chicago, ****