Me & My Bimmer
Just pulled up in a Bimmer
Puffin on cookies, no Keebler
Trunk shake like it's got seizures
Seen homeboys change with the seasons
So fuck these fakes, I don't need 'em
Fair weather friends, you could keep them
I'm about to drop bands at the Neiman's
Dolo, just me & my Bimmer
Make this shit look simple
Handsome kid with the chin dimple
And your bitch complimenting my skin
But I just popped 10 more pills like a pimple
Keep this top shelf indo
Everybody want a slice like Kimbo
When I pull up to your crib I'm passing out spliffs
Like it's Christmas, I'm Kris Kringle
Trip just got a pack and it's gift-wrapped
Cut it real fast like snip-snap
If I give you my stick, better give it back
Why you holding that shit like a knick-knack?
Bitch I don't got time, chop chop
Not really one for the long talk
But they wanna know how the rhymes top notch
Cuz these rappers all jokes like a knock knock
Go on, keep wondering then
Can't keep showing my hand
Just keep counting these bands
Just keep cutting off friends
They keep wanting these handouts
I don't think they really understand
What I had to do to stand out
Wasn't none of this handed to me
I been rapping my brains out
Like BAM BAM BAM!
Just pulled up in a Bimmer
Three hoes in a four seater
Trunk shake like it's got seizures
Seen homeboys change with the seasons
So fuck these fakes, I don't need 'em
Fair weather friends, you could keep them
I'm about to drop bands at the Neiman's
Dolo, just me & my Bimmer
Fresh whip, pulling it out, already smelling like loud
Lames better get from round me
You can't get in my crowd, no broke bitches allowed
It's already getting too crowded
Best new shit coming out
Most of these rappers just clowns and they gonna keep clowning
Sit back smoking this pound, wait until y'all come around
Better hurry up and crown me
Cuz the room getting cloudy, and I can't see nothing around me
Said it's kinda astounding
How the same motherfuckers used to doubt me
That be in my DMs on IG
Like "I better figure out if he could help me..."
Well let me tell you something that could help you
"I ain't helpin"
Puffin on cookies, no Keebler
Trunk shake like it's got seizures
Seen homeboys change with the seasons
So fuck these fakes, I don't need 'em
Fair weather friends, you could keep them
I'm about to drop bands at the Neiman's
Dolo, just me & my Bimmer
Make this shit look simple
Handsome kid with the chin dimple
And your bitch complimenting my skin
But I just popped 10 more pills like a pimple
Keep this top shelf indo
Everybody want a slice like Kimbo
When I pull up to your crib I'm passing out spliffs
Like it's Christmas, I'm Kris Kringle
Trip just got a pack and it's gift-wrapped
Cut it real fast like snip-snap
If I give you my stick, better give it back
Why you holding that shit like a knick-knack?
Bitch I don't got time, chop chop
Not really one for the long talk
But they wanna know how the rhymes top notch
Cuz these rappers all jokes like a knock knock
Go on, keep wondering then
Can't keep showing my hand
Just keep counting these bands
Just keep cutting off friends
They keep wanting these handouts
I don't think they really understand
What I had to do to stand out
Wasn't none of this handed to me
I been rapping my brains out
Like BAM BAM BAM!
Just pulled up in a Bimmer
Three hoes in a four seater
Trunk shake like it's got seizures
Seen homeboys change with the seasons
So fuck these fakes, I don't need 'em
Fair weather friends, you could keep them
I'm about to drop bands at the Neiman's
Dolo, just me & my Bimmer
Fresh whip, pulling it out, already smelling like loud
Lames better get from round me
You can't get in my crowd, no broke bitches allowed
It's already getting too crowded
Best new shit coming out
Most of these rappers just clowns and they gonna keep clowning
Sit back smoking this pound, wait until y'all come around
Better hurry up and crown me
Cuz the room getting cloudy, and I can't see nothing around me
Said it's kinda astounding
How the same motherfuckers used to doubt me
That be in my DMs on IG
Like "I better figure out if he could help me..."
Well let me tell you something that could help you
"I ain't helpin"
Credits
Writer(s): Trip Rexx
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