Know what I'm sayin'

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Brown Forever Volume 2, mayne

Mayne, know who you are

I'm in the drop tops and models, now where the throttle?

Skeeted in her face, she hollered, "Hey, where the goggles?"

Leanin' on the switch, no problem, I got the toggle

And a turkey neck bitch that gobble right on arrival

Push tapes like it's weight, they wanna sell some too

They welcome to, that's why the slab sells in blue

Same **** brought the hate, had to help them too

I swept them through, soon as labels shelved them too

I left 'em stewed, that food for thought

But then a drought helps in school

Who would've thought I'd get the clout?

Shinin' at the traffic light, yeah, my shit signed tight

Inside my trunk, it's like a Soulja Boy and Chris Brown fight

'Bout to turn 45 into a new turnpike

A random bitch into a new firm dyke who earn likes

My partner dumped two sherm pipes, concerned, right?

That's just business though, you either earn stripes or earn strikes

Flag never turn white, it be no surrender

Pants sag as if it be no suspenders

Rap wise, I baptize these rap guys, I don't see no contenders

A random convo, then me no comprende, and please remember

I got a bunch of **** knockin', but they random

Got hella bitches boppin', but they random

Get the money, get the power, that's the tandem

Tryna turn my wide body to a Phantom, what's up?

Caught them hoes pillow talkin', so I canned 'em

He showin' jewels like he bossin', so they random

Business deals come together like I planned 'em

And gettin' money be the anthem, my ****, what's up?

I'm in a random wide body with the darkest of tint

Random haters on my dick, should I charge 'em for rent?

All I do is roll a blunt, then I start to invent

New rhymes, new ways to use my art just to vent

A block party for my critics, name a park I can rent

The motivation for my lyrics how I started a trend

Green's Road, livin' here can really sharpen your sense

Nobody campin' but them narcs in a tent, tryna charge with intent

I deliver what the market for pen

I bet your OG was a mark and a pen, it all starts from within

Flow so hard, fight ****, no holds barred

Titty-fuck a bitch, kick her out, no more bra

Excuses like naked nipples only go so far

Like random trips in a go-go car

My cowboys come with clips, throw a ro-mo far

The tour van where your logos are, fuck ****

I got a bunch of **** knockin', but they random

Got hella bitches boppin', but they random

Get the money, get the power, that's the tandem

Tryna turn my wide body to a Phantom, what's up?

Caught them hoes pillow talkin', so I canned 'em

He showin' jewels like he bossin', so they random

Business deals come together like I planned 'em

And gettin' money be the anthem, my ****, what's up?

You see, Rufus, this is why I told you to make sure you did the all

The way listen through beforehand. Now you got me comin' back up

Here and talkin' on spots that you missed, you know what I'm sayin'

? I told the people in the beginning I wasn't gon' talk a lot on this

Tape, and you got me talkin' on this tape, Rufus. You know what?

Ayy, I'll be back, y'all. I'm 'bout to go whoop Rufus' ass real quick