Lanvin Laces
Cooling in the S-Class,
burning it down
I get a chirp on my phone
It's my son, he wanna half
So I said fuck it, finna go serve it
Ain't nothing, another day at the office
Smoking dope, big coffin
Probably higher sauce than stargazing
Booba Sav in the trap
Yelling it's amazing
With my bougie chick, PHB&B
We don't do the Days Inn
If you ain't gon' hold me down, don't tell me what's up
Unfortunate events, you was lemony, schnick it
Thought your shit didn't stink like chitlins
Need her thick, like Lanvin Laces
Gallery department windbreakers
You fronted on me, now we share the same spaces
Say the feeling we restored it
Blind eye to corns ignore them
Really balling on my pivot like I'm ballerific
I'm Kyrie, extremely shifty like the game gon' miss me
It's a Miyagi, Celine on the body
Quick to call you gang, but movements too oddly
Might catch me off the sauce but never sloppy
I make a play, double back
To the hood, No Rodney Light a RiRi in the lobby
Rogue and Rav it ain't no Comp B
Can't cut no corners in this rap shit
Action on the scene, better act quick
Stack cabbage and peak patterns
We bring the smoke, you better match it
Stack cabbage and peak patterns
We bring the smoke, you better match it
Stack the cabbage and peak the patterns
Star across the board
I touch success but I need it more
I rock a show and get applause
I'm getting grams from groupie whores
Plots on fucking all of em
Nigga could dream, no Cantrell
But that young boy mean
Owe me bread run you down for the cheese
Niggas is sour, caught up in the limelight
And for the right price, I'ma run down on ice spice
And have her munching up your night
Rappers are shining and these niggas ain't too bright
Body beats of any type
Street fighting on my third strike
Paul white, OD
Tower over fools
E Honda with the hands, touching ends
I'm doing what these niggas can't
Can't cut no corners in this rap shit
Action on the scene, better act quick
Stack cabbage and peak patterns
We bring the smoke, you better match it
Stack cabbage and peak patterns
We bring the smoke, you better match it
Stack the cabbage and peak the patterns
burning it down
I get a chirp on my phone
It's my son, he wanna half
So I said fuck it, finna go serve it
Ain't nothing, another day at the office
Smoking dope, big coffin
Probably higher sauce than stargazing
Booba Sav in the trap
Yelling it's amazing
With my bougie chick, PHB&B
We don't do the Days Inn
If you ain't gon' hold me down, don't tell me what's up
Unfortunate events, you was lemony, schnick it
Thought your shit didn't stink like chitlins
Need her thick, like Lanvin Laces
Gallery department windbreakers
You fronted on me, now we share the same spaces
Say the feeling we restored it
Blind eye to corns ignore them
Really balling on my pivot like I'm ballerific
I'm Kyrie, extremely shifty like the game gon' miss me
It's a Miyagi, Celine on the body
Quick to call you gang, but movements too oddly
Might catch me off the sauce but never sloppy
I make a play, double back
To the hood, No Rodney Light a RiRi in the lobby
Rogue and Rav it ain't no Comp B
Can't cut no corners in this rap shit
Action on the scene, better act quick
Stack cabbage and peak patterns
We bring the smoke, you better match it
Stack cabbage and peak patterns
We bring the smoke, you better match it
Stack the cabbage and peak the patterns
Star across the board
I touch success but I need it more
I rock a show and get applause
I'm getting grams from groupie whores
Plots on fucking all of em
Nigga could dream, no Cantrell
But that young boy mean
Owe me bread run you down for the cheese
Niggas is sour, caught up in the limelight
And for the right price, I'ma run down on ice spice
And have her munching up your night
Rappers are shining and these niggas ain't too bright
Body beats of any type
Street fighting on my third strike
Paul white, OD
Tower over fools
E Honda with the hands, touching ends
I'm doing what these niggas can't
Can't cut no corners in this rap shit
Action on the scene, better act quick
Stack cabbage and peak patterns
We bring the smoke, you better match it
Stack cabbage and peak patterns
We bring the smoke, you better match it
Stack the cabbage and peak the patterns
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Writer(s): Odisee Harrison
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