Lil C
Fresh off the lot
With the pink slip
Niggas ain't talking 'bout shit - aye (Aye), aye (Aye), aye
Nosey ass neighbors in my business
Got 'em pissed
They can't do it like this
Steph Curry with the wrist
Ass nigga cooking up a bag (Cooking up a bag)
I am not a drug dealer
I'm just stating facts (Say what?)
Riding with some different broads
That ain't quick to smash (That ain't quick to smash)
Make sure I get 'em out the whip
With they different ass
I be on a different path
Nigga do the math (Nigga do the math)
Stop fronting for that camera boy
You're doing really bad (You're doing really bad yea, yea)
I'm out here running laps
And they out here 'bout to crash (Uh)
Boy I'm something like a bumper sticker
How I'm on they ass yea, yea, yea
Fresh off the lot
With the pink slip
Niggas ain't talking 'bout shit - aye (Aye), aye (Aye), aye
Nosey ass neighbors in my business
Got 'em pissed
They can't do it like this
Steph Curry with the wrist
She know that I'm 'bout my paper
Told her damn right
She know that I'm 'bout my paper
Told her damn right uh
She know that I'm 'bout my paper
Told her damn right
She know that I'm 'bout my paper (Yea, yea, yea)
I am not a prophet
More like a magician
I tap her with the stick
And yo bitch might come up missing (Bitch might come up missing)
When I'm done I'm distant
I ain't with the kissing (I ain't with the kissing)
I just had to talk shit
Just so they would listen (Uh, uh - uh uh)
Motor City Piston
She bounce it like New Orleans (Yea)
Alligator shopping
But this ain't no Lacoste shit (This ain't no Lacoste shit)
I be on some boss shit
Send me work I sauce it (Yea)
She a road scholar
Grabbed the wheel
And damn near lost it (Skrrt skrrt)
Yea - fresh off the lot
With the pink slip
Niggas ain't talking 'bout shit - aye (Aye), aye (Aye), aye
Nosey ass neighbors in my business
Got 'em pissed
They can't do it like this
Steph Curry with the wrist
She know that I'm 'bout my paper
Told her damn right (Yea)
She know that I'm 'bout my paper
Told her damn right uh
She know that I'm 'bout my paper
Told her damn right
She know that I'm 'bout my paper (Yea, yea, yea)
(Yea, yea, yea)
With the pink slip
Niggas ain't talking 'bout shit - aye (Aye), aye (Aye), aye
Nosey ass neighbors in my business
Got 'em pissed
They can't do it like this
Steph Curry with the wrist
Ass nigga cooking up a bag (Cooking up a bag)
I am not a drug dealer
I'm just stating facts (Say what?)
Riding with some different broads
That ain't quick to smash (That ain't quick to smash)
Make sure I get 'em out the whip
With they different ass
I be on a different path
Nigga do the math (Nigga do the math)
Stop fronting for that camera boy
You're doing really bad (You're doing really bad yea, yea)
I'm out here running laps
And they out here 'bout to crash (Uh)
Boy I'm something like a bumper sticker
How I'm on they ass yea, yea, yea
Fresh off the lot
With the pink slip
Niggas ain't talking 'bout shit - aye (Aye), aye (Aye), aye
Nosey ass neighbors in my business
Got 'em pissed
They can't do it like this
Steph Curry with the wrist
She know that I'm 'bout my paper
Told her damn right
She know that I'm 'bout my paper
Told her damn right uh
She know that I'm 'bout my paper
Told her damn right
She know that I'm 'bout my paper (Yea, yea, yea)
I am not a prophet
More like a magician
I tap her with the stick
And yo bitch might come up missing (Bitch might come up missing)
When I'm done I'm distant
I ain't with the kissing (I ain't with the kissing)
I just had to talk shit
Just so they would listen (Uh, uh - uh uh)
Motor City Piston
She bounce it like New Orleans (Yea)
Alligator shopping
But this ain't no Lacoste shit (This ain't no Lacoste shit)
I be on some boss shit
Send me work I sauce it (Yea)
She a road scholar
Grabbed the wheel
And damn near lost it (Skrrt skrrt)
Yea - fresh off the lot
With the pink slip
Niggas ain't talking 'bout shit - aye (Aye), aye (Aye), aye
Nosey ass neighbors in my business
Got 'em pissed
They can't do it like this
Steph Curry with the wrist
She know that I'm 'bout my paper
Told her damn right (Yea)
She know that I'm 'bout my paper
Told her damn right uh
She know that I'm 'bout my paper
Told her damn right
She know that I'm 'bout my paper (Yea, yea, yea)
(Yea, yea, yea)
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Writer(s): C.k. Brooks Ii
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