Dapper Dan

In napa valley tasting different wines hate to wait in lines
Got reservations plus i know the waitress we gone take our time
She aint got no ass at all but her face is fine
No need to order she already know my favorite kind
Accidentally parked in the red got to pay a fine
I'm dapper dan in some gucci pants from 1985
No holding hands this your only chance don't let it pass you by
No romance i'm not your boyfriend just fuck from time to time
Still keep that baby choppa tucked under the bed
Still smoke like a rasta i just cut off my dreads
1942 don hooly is burning my chest
Burning flowers driving with no hands i steer with my leg
My right hand aint got a clue what i do with my left
On 580 slapping that old mess that two to the neck
Freshly trimmed flowers in my vibe i feel half alive
Heated steering wheel my fingers warm on those cold morning drives

Counting hunduns untill my thumbs numb
Barbara grandson got these hoes shaking pom poms
My square bitch a nerd once a year she be at comic con
My dapper dan jacket handcrafted i like one of ones
I was young all we had was crumbs now i'm having some
Now it's gold pieces in the safe this shit weigh half a ton
Little bro be stalking shit he off them beans but not the magic ones
Stop acting dumb she asking how it shoot if it's a plastic gun
It's pollymur this compact size can fit inside her tiny purse
I'm talking about that black one that she like designed by tory burch
Before the streets she made sure it was seen on ig stories first
Shopping at jimmy jazz in harlem by 123rd
I'm at the lighthouse ordering surf and turfs
Life is harder for lazy niggas it just get worse and worse
My denim reconstructed i'm rarely seen in buckets
I can tell that all them L's still aint teach you nothing



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Writer(s): Travis Richard
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