Lyrics
(Tee done glazed this bitch)
(Arrogant on the track)
I don't fuck with ****, in my own lane (Got my own lane)
Twenty-three, ball like the old James (Uh)
Brodie came up off the cocaine (Yeah)
Hot summer, up in traffic, yeah, we switch lanes (Skrrt)
E-way, goin' fast (Yeah)
No time, catchin' heads (Yeah, yeah)
Risk take, I ain't scared (Nah, nah)
She wanna fuck, I'm like, "Yeah" (Yeah, baby)
Yeah, ayy, swervin' right to left (Uh)
Elevatin' with this shit, now this a bigger stack (It's a bigger stack)
You tryna book me for a show, I need a bigger check (I need a bigger check)
Cartis on, finna hit up Towers, need another set (Huh?)
Yeah, **** really low-key hatin' (Uh)
Old-ass **** washed up, they in the makin' (Uh)
Dick-ridin' ass, I'm 'bout to nut for god sakin' (Yeah)
****, when it's up, **** quick to turn vacant (Uh)
You ain't gotta like me, but I bet your bitch do (But I bet your bitch do)
Broke bitch, she gon' fuck when the rent due (She gon' fuck when it's due)
Big dog, you other **** pups, Shih Tzu (Big dog, Shih Tzu)
The reason why them **** mad, 'cause I'm lit too, I'm like— ('Cause a **** lit too)
Yeah, hit it, yeah, hit it
Yeah, hit it, yeah, hit it
Yeah, hit it, yeah, hit it
Yeah, hit it, yeah, hit it
I don't fuck with ****, in my own lane (Got my own lane)
Twenty-three, ball like the old James (Uh)
Brodie came up off the cocaine (Yeah)
Hot summer, up in traffic, yeah, we switch lanes (Skrrt)
E-way, goin' fast (Yeah)
No time, catchin' heads (Yeah, yeah)
Risk take, I ain't scared (Nah, nah)
She wanna fuck, I'm like, "Yeah" (Yeah, baby)
If she a fire bitty, yeah, I'ma hit it (Yeah, I'ma hit it)
Yeah, you know my queen head spinnin' like a fidget (Like a fidget)
This a 650 LI, not a Civic (Not a Civic)
This a fifty strip in front of your eyes, not a gimmick (Not a gimmick)
Got these chains on like Kunta Kinte (Ooh)
Believe it or not like Ripley's (Ooh)
All these heads got me pointin' every which way (Hey)
I took ten thou' on a vacay (Ooh)
If it's 'bout pape', I'm with it (I'm with it)
Five thousand up in Saks how I'm feelin' (How I'm feelin')
I'm in the deep end with them sharks and I'm swimmin' (How I'm swimmin')
My bitch actin' too scared of the water, I told her, "Hit it" (Told her, "Hit it")
Yeah, hit it, yeah, hit it
Yeah, hit it, yeah, hit it
Yeah, hit it, yeah, hit it
Yeah, hit it, yeah, hit it
Written by: Thomas F Blake
