Private Valet

Yo, don't ever call yourself a man if you can't keep your composure, nigga Straight up (straight up), slow gang for you (slow gang for you) Uh Back on my shit, fresh off the tour bus (mad, uh) Straight back to it (aye, aye, aye, aye, aye) Yeah, Lambo' Evo (right) press a couple buttons parked it right by the speed boat (sheesh) Sipping on some real shit, touchdown Chi town, making a real bitch (Chi town) Colored eyes brown skin (yeah) and you know she real thick Another half a million dollars spent, but I sleep good Talking big numbers (damn) with the bitch while I grip the wood Check it out, only speak facts, so she hear me out Heated toilets in the bathroom, sending emails out She got a whole situation But ready to risk it all I ain't with the drama (damn) When you ready, just givе me a call I know I'm just checking the mail, but got that shit on (for real) I'm a littlе younger than dude, but still big grown Man, this game so cold (so cold, so cold) It don't got no love for you, love for you, love for you Man, this game so cold (so cold, so cold) It don't got no love for you, love for you, love for you Yeah, aye, aye, aye (yeah) I can talk like (shuit it) this 'cause I live that You niggas know my background, don't play with it Hothead, short-tempered quick to tote the semi (the semi) If you foggy in my city, can't be acting timid Might do the mink (uh) with the midnight (yeah) Doors open up on the Lamborghini like fisheye (aye, aye, aye, aye, aye) Nigga, this my new trap, vacuum-seal my adlibs and then I send them to the track Man, this game so cold (so cold, so cold) It don't got no love for you, love for you, love for you Man, this game so cold (so cold, so cold) It don't got no love for you, love for you, love for you Yeah, aye, aye, aye Can't stand no tear, nigga Slide eyes on you Most my niggas Nigga, this my new trap, vacuum-seal my adlibs and then I send them to the track, wild