Lyrics
I'm dangin' in the booth, yeah
BTS dance like a jabberwocky
I'm in my own lane, I ain't stoppin' till I hit the top
Call a little bro to me and his man, he just call City Cop the new ma
Gotta stay low when I slide through, cause the block is too high
Take flights to where the weather good, just to hop in the truck
Gotta stay low, low, low, low, whenever I slide through
The youngins gon' go, go, go, go, whenever they find you
Came up sellin' coke, coke, coke, coke, it's served like a truck
Yeah, we been had that faux, faux, faux, faux, ain't talkin' no fast food
Look, lot of product, got a bag of mood work
Hosted with it like I'm valentino
Masterminded out of Massachusetts
All this mastermind trip on me going stupid
B.B. dancing like a java walker
Jamaican shooters like the shower posse
Bag of thotty in a ratchet party
A married denim on me sagging prolly
European to drip out of Tokyo
Popping out anywhere, oppas are no show
Ten feet of gas got me smoking Sunoco
Friping them Giffys, this clergy in Soho
Too much adrenaline, my papa's sedative
My young'un's spinning game, he's so repetitive
We don't do internet, we sending messages
Up close and personal, taking off neck
We screaming gang, gang, gang, gang
All that I ever, ever, ever knew
We throw up spare, spare, spare life
But I got homies that's red and blue
And you said you bang, bang, bang, bang
I think you really should tell the truth
You from a dangerous hood
But you never contribute
So what the fuck, that make you
I'm in my own lane, I ain't stoppin' till I hit the top
Call a little bro to me and his man
He just call, said he copped a new model
Gotta stay low when I slide through, cause the block is too high
Take flights to where the weather good, just to have a new job
Gotta stay low, low, low, low, whenever I slide through
My youngins on go, go, go, go, whenever they find you
Came up sellin' coke, coke, coke, coke, it's something I can drive through
Yeah, we been had that faux, faux, faux, faux, ain't talkin' no fast food
Send out the drizzy, they pull up and splash you
I never at you, only get at you
Rapping, but I still might go bust a trap move
Put sip and drink at me, slumped in a bad mood
Bullet the size of a can and some cat food
Open your cranium up and detach
Ride with a throwaway, open the stash
No time to get back to this back as I'm past
It's on the work, I'm the biggest step
Two women with me like salt and pepper
I scrape the plate to get all the extras
I scrape the plate to get all the extras
You and your feelings, don't let them fast
I'm having meetings with big and bad
Jump out the road with a whip and test it
Straight out the pack, we be rolling pressure
We streamin' gang, gang, gang, gang
All that I ever, ever, ever knew
We throw a spare, spare, spare life
But I got homies that's red and blue
And you said you bang, bang, bang, bang
I think you really should tell the truth
You from a dangerous hood
But you never contribute
So what the fuck, that make you
I'm on my own lane, I ain't stopping till I hit the top
Call a little bro to me and his mate
Just call City Cop to new mile
Gotta stay low when I slide through, cause the block is too high
Take place the way the weather good, just to have and to drive
Gotta stay low, low, low, low, whenever I slide through
My youngins on go, go, go, go, whenever they find you
Came up southern, cold, cold, cold, cold, we serve like a drive-thru
Yeah, we been had that faux, faux, faux, faux, ain't talkin' no fast food
BTS dance like a jabberwocky
I'm in my own lane, I ain't stoppin' till I hit the top
Call a little bro to me and his man, he just call City Cop the new ma
Gotta stay low when I slide through, cause the block is too high
Take flights to where the weather good, just to hop in the truck
Gotta stay low, low, low, low, whenever I slide through
The youngins gon' go, go, go, go, whenever they find you
Came up sellin' coke, coke, coke, coke, it's served like a truck
Yeah, we been had that faux, faux, faux, faux, ain't talkin' no fast food
Look, lot of product, got a bag of mood work
Hosted with it like I'm valentino
Masterminded out of Massachusetts
All this mastermind trip on me going stupid
B.B. dancing like a java walker
Jamaican shooters like the shower posse
Bag of thotty in a ratchet party
A married denim on me sagging prolly
European to drip out of Tokyo
Popping out anywhere, oppas are no show
Ten feet of gas got me smoking Sunoco
Friping them Giffys, this clergy in Soho
Too much adrenaline, my papa's sedative
My young'un's spinning game, he's so repetitive
We don't do internet, we sending messages
Up close and personal, taking off neck
We screaming gang, gang, gang, gang
All that I ever, ever, ever knew
We throw up spare, spare, spare life
But I got homies that's red and blue
And you said you bang, bang, bang, bang
I think you really should tell the truth
You from a dangerous hood
But you never contribute
So what the fuck, that make you
I'm in my own lane, I ain't stoppin' till I hit the top
Call a little bro to me and his man
He just call, said he copped a new model
Gotta stay low when I slide through, cause the block is too high
Take flights to where the weather good, just to have a new job
Gotta stay low, low, low, low, whenever I slide through
My youngins on go, go, go, go, whenever they find you
Came up sellin' coke, coke, coke, coke, it's something I can drive through
Yeah, we been had that faux, faux, faux, faux, ain't talkin' no fast food
Send out the drizzy, they pull up and splash you
I never at you, only get at you
Rapping, but I still might go bust a trap move
Put sip and drink at me, slumped in a bad mood
Bullet the size of a can and some cat food
Open your cranium up and detach
Ride with a throwaway, open the stash
No time to get back to this back as I'm past
It's on the work, I'm the biggest step
Two women with me like salt and pepper
I scrape the plate to get all the extras
I scrape the plate to get all the extras
You and your feelings, don't let them fast
I'm having meetings with big and bad
Jump out the road with a whip and test it
Straight out the pack, we be rolling pressure
We streamin' gang, gang, gang, gang
All that I ever, ever, ever knew
We throw a spare, spare, spare life
But I got homies that's red and blue
And you said you bang, bang, bang, bang
I think you really should tell the truth
You from a dangerous hood
But you never contribute
So what the fuck, that make you
I'm on my own lane, I ain't stopping till I hit the top
Call a little bro to me and his mate
Just call City Cop to new mile
Gotta stay low when I slide through, cause the block is too high
Take place the way the weather good, just to have and to drive
Gotta stay low, low, low, low, whenever I slide through
My youngins on go, go, go, go, whenever they find you
Came up southern, cold, cold, cold, cold, we serve like a drive-thru
Yeah, we been had that faux, faux, faux, faux, ain't talkin' no fast food