[Producer Tag]
Alex, turn the oven on
[Recording]
(Speaker 1) Hey, she don't know you live there
(Alex) *high pitched-moan*
(Speaker 1) Get the fuck out my game, bro. *door opens* Get the fuck outta here, bro
(Speaker 2) Come on, man
(Alex) Hi, how did that make you feel?
(Speaker 2) I gotta go to work in the mornin'! I got weekend duty!
(Alex) *laughs*
[Lexicon]
Run up the bands, guapo
These men are stuck in a pothole
Every day I play the lotto
Chasin' the bag, motto
Hit the gas, throttlе
I'm at the end of a nozzle
It's a wrap likе a Franzo
Run up the bands, guapo
These men are stuck in a pothole
Every day I play the lotto
Chasin' the bag, motto
Hit the gas, throttle
I'm at the end of a nozzle
Spin it, bottle
It's a wrap like a Franzo
[Bobby Breesh]
I'm tryna run up the bands, get the guapa
I'm goin' straight for the top
[?]
We just catch shit and don't stop
Shorty be lurkin', she peep all the motion
No likin' that bitch, she ain't gettin' the drop
And I know we both know I don't tolerate none that snake shit
I'm itchin' to bust out the chop
Came outta work like "what's happenin'?"
What's the move, I'm tryna tap in
I book to stay rich, that shit sound like a caption
And shit niggas know that I'm big into fashion
Any transaction, I got no reactions
They stay comin' in, that's a lotta subtraction
My hands gettin' dirty, cus I'm 'bout that action
If I'm out the job, then I'm right back to trappin'
Bitch on my phone, yeah she textin' me
"Pick me up", tryna get next to me
Shorty, she bad, and she know I know that
Type shit, that girl really be stressin' me
Lately, she know that them girls come and go
Ain't no point in you tryna finesse on me
I'm two steps ahead; you can't get in my bed
No such thing as you gettin' the best o' me
[Lexicon]
Run up the bands, guapo
These men are stuck in a pothole
Every day I play the lotto
Chasin' the bag, motto
Hit the gas, throttle
I'm at the end of a nozzle
It's a wrap like a Franzo
Run up the bands, guapo
These men are stuck in a pothole
Every day I play the lotto
Chasin' the bag, motto
Hit the gas, throttle
I'm at the end of a nozzle
Spin it, bottle
It's a wrap like a Franzo
[Bobby Breesh]
Actin' like we at coachella
Bitch, I'm with the fellas
Cooler no matter the weather
Flashin' lights, no Rockefeller
Got my son trippin', I know he got into his sweater
[?] and I learned me a lesson
I'd rather be down when it's time for aggression
A nigga pull up [?]
[?]
Fifteen years old, swipin' cards, countin' racks, wit' a job;
Couldn't get that shit by any means
Tryna fuck up on my hustle, you know we could tussle
[?]
I been on that time, and I ain't scared o' dyin'
My mother the only thing standin' between
[?]
Stay takin' rich, fortunato
Run at the bag like a choppa
Niggas stuck up in a pothole
Stuffin' his body in a bag off to Tajo
Celebratin'; cop the bottles
Spinning my tyres, I'm hittin' the throttle
Gotta read up up on the Hollows
Got that boy up in my song like a novel
[Lexicon]
Run up the bands, guapo
These men are stuck in a pothole
Every day I play the lotto
Chasin' the bag, motto
Hit the gas, throttle
I'm at the end of a nozzle
It's a wrap like a Franzo
Run up the bands, guapo
These men are stuck in a pothole
Every day I play the lotto
Chasin' the bag, motto
Hit the gas, throttle
I'm at the end of a nozzle
Spin it, bottle
It's a wrap like a Franzo
[Producer Tag]
Alex, turn the oven on
