Louis V crocs when I hop out the booth
Smoke machine blasting and I got a golden tooth
Hop out my face 'fore I pull a Smith & Wesson
Hop out my face like did you get the message
Gold wrist, high tint, cruisin' down the street
And I pull up on yo' mama while i'm spittin' on the beat
Limp wrist, whippin' sticks into drive
They listen to my music cause it lifts up the vibe
Bust down to my toes 'bout my racks I got rows
Buy yo' mama for an hour she be cheap like some soap
Ima flex, buy a rope, 24k like my wrist
Lemme pop off, make it big like a pimple like a cyst
Making money at the top, with Lil Cree Cree
Going on tour while you still selling CDs
And i'm flexing dating grandmas named Phoebe
Billy Records at the top on this power i'm feeding
Billy on the court, I don't rap, only ball
Don't spit on the beat, I break ankles like I'm Taco Fall
Chillin' in the dark, you can call me Christian Bale
Posted in the bat cave sippin' ginger ale
Cree Cree spit quick cause I got all the drip
Careful with my drip you gon' slippy slip slip
Get some toppy, make it sloppy
Senoritas call me papi
Cause I'm flexing on some foreigns when I pull up you can't stop me
Add a couple thots and some bis to my bodies
Yeah I get racks like i'm rich I aint Roddy
Asians in my mentions when they posted in my mansion
Yeah i'm 'bouta grow, Lil Cree Cree expansion
Got Balenciaga on my toes, on my nails
Like i'm Frank Morris ima break out of jail
Crew be pull up with me order chicken extra crispy
I'm hit up on a damsel man I think her name is Christie
Bumpin' this beat and my wrist it stays icy
Call me Al Capone cause you know I stay dicy
24k on my cake it's my birthday
Thotties at my concerts and you know they be thirsty
Louis V crocs when I hop out the booth
Smoke machine blasting and I got a golden tooth
Hop out my face 'fore I pull a Smith & Wesson
Hop out my face like did you get the message
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Louis V crocs when I hop out the booth
Smoke machine blasting and I got a golden tooth
Hop out my face 'fore I pull a Smith & Wesson
Hop out my face like did you get the message
Gold wrist, high tint, cruisin' down the street
And I pull up on yo' mama while i'm spittin' on the beat
Limp wrist, whippin' sticks into drive
They listen to my music cause it lifts up the vibe
Bust down to my toes 'bout my racks I got rows
Buy yo' mama for an hour she be cheap like some soap
Ima flex, buy a rope, 24k like my wrist
Lemme pop off, make it big like a pimple like a cyst
Making money at the top, with Lil Cree Cree
Going on tour while you still selling CDs
And i'm flexing dating grandmas named Phoebe
Billy Records at the top on this power i'm feeding
Billy on the court, I don't rap, only ball
Don't spit on the beat, I break ankles like I'm Taco Fall
Chillin' in the dark, you can call me Christian Bale
Posted in the bat cave sippin' ginger ale
Cree Cree spit quick cause I got all the drip
Careful with my drip you gon' slippy slip slip
Get some toppy, make it sloppy
Senoritas call me papi
Cause I'm flexing on some foreigns when I pull up you can't stop me
Add a couple thots and some bis to my bodies
Yeah I get racks like i'm rich I aint Roddy
Asians in my mentions when they posted in my mansion
Yeah i'm 'bouta grow, Lil Cree Cree expansion
Got Balenciaga on my toes, on my nails
Like i'm Frank Morris ima break out of jail
Crew be pull up with me order chicken extra crispy
I'm hit up on a damsel man I think her name is Christie
Bumpin' this beat and my wrist it stays icy
Call me Al Capone cause you know I stay dicy
24k on my cake it's my birthday
Thotties at my concerts and you know they be thirsty
Louis V crocs when I hop out the booth
Smoke machine blasting and I got a golden tooth
Hop out my face 'fore I pull a Smith & Wesson
Hop out my face like did you get the message
Smoke machine blasting and I got a golden tooth
Hop out my face 'fore I pull a Smith & Wesson
Hop out my face like did you get the message
Gold wrist, high tint, cruisin' down the street
And I pull up on yo' mama while i'm spittin' on the beat
Limp wrist, whippin' sticks into drive
They listen to my music cause it lifts up the vibe
Bust down to my toes 'bout my racks I got rows
Buy yo' mama for an hour she be cheap like some soap
Ima flex, buy a rope, 24k like my wrist
Lemme pop off, make it big like a pimple like a cyst
Making money at the top, with Lil Cree Cree
Going on tour while you still selling CDs
And i'm flexing dating grandmas named Phoebe
Billy Records at the top on this power i'm feeding
Billy on the court, I don't rap, only ball
Don't spit on the beat, I break ankles like I'm Taco Fall
Chillin' in the dark, you can call me Christian Bale
Posted in the bat cave sippin' ginger ale
Cree Cree spit quick cause I got all the drip
Careful with my drip you gon' slippy slip slip
Get some toppy, make it sloppy
Senoritas call me papi
Cause I'm flexing on some foreigns when I pull up you can't stop me
Add a couple thots and some bis to my bodies
Yeah I get racks like i'm rich I aint Roddy
Asians in my mentions when they posted in my mansion
Yeah i'm 'bouta grow, Lil Cree Cree expansion
Got Balenciaga on my toes, on my nails
Like i'm Frank Morris ima break out of jail
Crew be pull up with me order chicken extra crispy
I'm hit up on a damsel man I think her name is Christie
Bumpin' this beat and my wrist it stays icy
Call me Al Capone cause you know I stay dicy
24k on my cake it's my birthday
Thotties at my concerts and you know they be thirsty
Louis V crocs when I hop out the booth
Smoke machine blasting and I got a golden tooth
Hop out my face 'fore I pull a Smith & Wesson
Hop out my face like did you get the message
Writer: Blake Meyer, Vaughn Smith
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid