Too Loud (feat. Nef The Pharaoh)

Yeah, my licence plate is rattlin' and my trunk go "Boom" Bay to the universe and back to the moon A fixture, I'm a factor, I'm a boss, tycoon My dick smell like two chicks before noon Where were you in 06? Was you were there? You were standing inside, bein' good, you a square Since kindergarten, so I kept it all plare, google my prom picture I was high, fi put braids in my hair Long before Afro went on tour Used to copp white T's from the liquor store But I always new I that was destined for more Now my socks are Gucci and my draws Tom Ford Nah, now don't make me go back To that black hoodie with the turf beanie, flip back (What's that?) Nah, how you wasn't really there, it was somethin' in the water It was somethin' in the air I can't hear you my base too loud I can't hear you my trunk too loud I can't hear you my slap too loud Hold up, shut the fuck up Hell no I can't turn it down I can't hear you my base too loud I can't hear you my trunk too loud I can't hear you my slap too loud Hold up that's 5-0, go quick, go turn it down Some He-Man, a scraper, and some purple in the air I'm all inner-ear, I'm a California bear The times were different folks Light Mia's rare I don't know man, I mean you had to be there It was a time Ok let me start from the top A ripper is a runner and a runner is a bop And if she's popular she's gonna give you good top I'm in this game it's thick, I mean this thing don't stop I can't blap this if it's not loud I'm tryin' make Dru, P and Rick Rock proud I'm tryin' climb up, I'm to the tip top now And I'm still tellin' Beezy gonna kick rocks now You ain't grow up' on mack tray You ain't grow up on kick You ain't grow up' on turf tuck You ain't grow up on tea You ain't grow up' on water, them styles is takin' me You ain't grow up on fat, but then we can't even speak I can't hear you my base too loud I can't hear you my trunk too loud I can't hear you my slap too loud Hold up, shut the fuck up Hell no I can't turn it down I can't hear you my base too loud I can't hear you my trunk too loud I can't hear you my slap too loud Hold up that's 5-0, go quick, go turn it down Big Nef, I can buy the bay if I spend the cheque Bitches say I sound like Dre, that just means I'm blessed Yo, that's my brother no paternity test Next nigga hit the yay without tabbin', ain't gettin' stressed Twenty four and my rims taller than my 74 How you shootin' for my side, and never had the ball before? I bup out my car, open up my doors, walkin' like a dawg My paint job is gorgeous Yo, Balls on, long T, Airforces Gang fuck around and jump a man, Air Jordan's I've been on many a tours, you nerds never left apartments B's dancin' and bailin', just shakin' a Harlem Chang chang and G-Eazy we need freaks There's somethin' in the water, where I'm from we pop peace Strippers, runners, scrapers on twenty three's When we say we're partners, you might hear "Hee" I can't hear you my base too loud I can't hear you my trunk too loud I can't hear you my slap too loud Hold up, shut the fuck up Hell no I can't turn it down I can't hear you my base too loud I can't hear you my trunk too loud I can't hear you my slap too loud Hold up that's 5-0, go quick, go turn it down This is a slumper This is a slumper This is a slumper This is a slumper