Pink Lemonade (Hood Trap)

(Sir Marco, you're cold, you know)

This yardie's tellin' me, "Dance", shit, I should've just flung my shoulder
079 me, hand it over, whole team ballers, Guardiola
Why the girl move bookey? Textin' my phone, "Hey, pookie"
Ha-ha-ha, hear dookie, ain't heard of your ex, like, who's he? Who's he?

Firm, no L's, I'm takin' dubs, come like Jonathan Shalit, huh
You look good natural, fuck all that makeup, baby, close that palette
Slide 'round here, I'm all in her ear, "Bae, lemme work my magic"
Yo, the same lil' boys that's claiming they're rich
They walk in the shop and don't cause no damage

Ade done hit me, say I don't miss, come like all of my shots on target
Went no contact 'cause I been workin'
Her and her friends keep sayin' I'm heartless
Told her, "Bae, I'm an artist", I walk in and my pockets the largest
And she saw that I roll with a clique full of members
Shocked and she yellin' out, "Rahtid"

Girl try say that I'm so conceited, full of myself
What, you think I don't know that?
Do my lil' dance with a grill in my mouth
Grinnin' my teeth like I'm doin' up Kodak
Met a few snakes and I really can't go back (no way)
All day I don't sleep, take no naps
Shorty, come try spinnin' the block
Fuck all the memories, this ain't a throwback

Income multiple ways, and my bro sip pink lemonade (ah, yeah)
The bad B callin' me "baby" and callin' me "my man"
Said I got multiple names (ah, yeah)
The Merc' keep swervin', multiple lanes (skrrt)
I make coin on multiple days
Don't chase, but I might do more for the cake
Babe, if you're on what I'm on, set pace

This yardie's tellin' me, "Dance", shit, I should've just flung my shoulder
079 me, hand it over, whole team ballers, Guardiola (ah, yeah, ah, yeah)
Chain too cold, could've caught pneumonia, put it on when I link Adeola
See me, I don't tolerate snakes, don't tolerate fakes, so I cut the cobras (brr)

Why the girl move bookey? Textin' my phone, "Hey, pookie" (what?)
Ha-ha-ha, hear dookie, ain't heard of your ex, like, who's he? (Ah, yeah, ah, yeah)
Post my flicks on the net, no movie, two-man step on the brown in two-piece
Slide on the baddie like Toosie, still cut 'em off like a fade, no Boosie, bitch

Income multiple ways, and my bro sip pink lemonade (ah, yeah)
The bad B callin' me "baby" and callin' me "my man"
Said I got multiple names (ah, yeah)
The Merc' keep swervin', multiple lanes (skrrt)
I make coin on multiple days
Don't chase, but I might do more for the cake
Babe, if you're on what I'm on, set pace

This yardie's tellin' me, "Dance", shit, I should've just flung my shoulder
079 me, hand it over, whole team ballers, Guardiola
Chain too cold, could've caught pneumonia, put it on when I link Adeola
See me, I don't tolerate snakes, don't tolerate fakes, so I cut the cobras