703 (feat. Kidd Kritical)

It's a groovy type beat, tryna get it in while we cruisin' backseat, haters gonna hate cause They wanna be me, once I get the money gotta flex with gold teeth, yeah they call me hot boi Got the goat meat, yeah we run it up like we at a track meet, if she wanna get it in that's a Hundred dollar fee, she my wifey, gucci on her white tee, yeah we in the stu sippin' on the Crown peach, yeah she real tan like we chillin' at the beach, they say they wanna learn so I Guess I gotta teach, she suckin' on my meat, it's a figure of her speech, if I smokin loud gotta grab A brown leaf, it's my lucky day countin' on the clover leaf, gotta run it up cause they know we Got beef, gotta bring the heat so we trippin' in the streets on the gang, yeah feelin' like god Cause he got no shame, gotta put in work no pain no gain, show him what I do man I'm really Feelin' great, makin' so much money gotta grab it with a rake, Shawty really like wanna know What I'm worth, if you want a piece of me gotta do the work, doin' somethin' crazy when I'm poppin Off a perk, killers always peekin' yeah I see em when they lurk, yeah when I go up I ain't comin Back down, 703 where the fuck is your town, gotta pull up celebrate it out loud, losin' my heart yeah I know you ain't proud, six feet deep lay me in the ground, diggin' up gold that ain't never been Found, feelin' like prince when he hasn't been crowned, gotta watch out when you're with the wrong crowd Okay, is this thing on? the world as we know is such a strange place, don't ever judge my choices If you can't ever understand my reasons, I met a good man once in my life and he would say and tell Me that the shattering of a heart when being broken is the loudest quite ever, chevy monte carlo baby Come on do you feel me, rollin' down the window while we cruisin' goin' 80, save you the front seat Cause you know it's for my lady, when she's sheddin' tears gotta rock her like a baby, put my hands Together sendin' praise up above, it's all about loyalty aint trustin' in no love, gotta get back up When they leave you in the dust, not too many people in my book that I could trust, cause when I go up I ain't comin' back down, 703 where the fuck is your town, gotta pull up celebrate it out loud, losin My heart yeah i know you ain't proud, six feet deep lay me in the ground, diggin' up gold that ain't Never been found, feelin' like a prince when he hasn't been crowned, gotta watch out when you're With the wrong crowd