Gotham Manners (feat. Asun Eastwood)

We just tryna, throw a Mazzi, In front, of the front lobby; Cool. J. kiss, a deuce, what the fuck, a fob key, Cape colour, like the state fair, shit wasabi, And she all puzzled, Cause its rainwear, but dripping saki, Diggs dark, The decor, Outta, Fitch and Crombie, Black, on black, on black, Is the colour, car fleet, I compose, and can pose, Take a picture, of me, Bruce Wayne, Lil' Wayne, its still the same bubbly, On and poppin', my lady type, jaw dropping, Of course, she draw a lil' heat, Got the law watching, Lord help me, whats on his hip, Aint a sport Walkman, And I'm out, But dressed to kill, I should host, Oscars, Steer better things And cheers, from the mezzanine, Dipped in the medicine, Pissed up a Bret-il-ing, Highfalutin drinks, The fly villain, etiquette, Could stop every, Tom, Dick and Belicheck, So playa whats up? This that fly shit This the shit you get high with Blood diamonds, drippin like I sweat I'm cold, get too close and I side step We speak in a dialect Too rich for you to try to buy with prized checks Listen I'm in a zone of my own Tap in It don't matter, if you honin my phone The devil tries to replicate the things we know we can't own That's why these lil Ace babies, keep going unknown My highlight should be on Sports Center Of all time, the 50 greatest, need a small center One who shoot and pass, n**** I'm style bender Define splenda I'm like this raw pack, n***** mine rendered Look, That seperated in the purity They say they move dope, but ya name an obsecurity I walk in, they see my face They knew it's me My light blinding them, before they see the jewelery Toma Thats why they call my Asun, dummy Cause I shine like one... dummy. Toma The style stay floating over the concorde The stocks pure, Range Rove Aime Leon Dore Lux echelon product At the top floor Your girl flirtin, "Un Beso" Aventur(a) Bumpin out the twelvies None of y'all impress me Teddies on your chest Now you acting like you dressing Blow your own, tryna be Dizzy Gillespie Phonies at it's best Promo records on DSP's Shit is absurd I puff herb and observe Y'all be soft serve That's word to Johnny Osbourne Y'all got some nerve, to be bragging and boasting Instant grams for your nose, beg for support up on your post That's hustle I suppose, but I I'm supposed to Ignore the bull shit Matador, with full clips I swear y'all like anything, that give you two lips (tulips) They givin' flowers to the dead I'm sure the shoe fits