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Unc' dropped the fent', he overdid it with the car scent
Super ham, doggy far away from bein' Clark Kent
Chrome on the t-shirt, I think that's where my heart went
Ain't no water gun, but I'll pull up, leave the park drenched
Wood full of- (shh), think I'm runnin' out of oxygen
Young as hell, but I know the game like I'm Popovich
Megatron, throw the bag up, I ain't droppin' shit
Scamstar fluke ID, it say Dominic
Off a ten probably got a script, I could cop a brick (sheesh)
SBDSM how I'm not the shit
Can't waste time, boy, no matter what the clock gon' tick
Chillin' at the top, my opps at the bottom pissed

Red eye, cut the traction off, I might pop a wheelie
If you made somethin' out of nothin', then you got to feel me, shit
I don't know magic but it look like it
Tryin' to catch this wide body, it's gonna have the hook flyin'
It ain't take shit, push the pedal and I shook by 'em (skrrt)
Hit the side street and cut the car off (man)
Shit, look at me, I'm my neighborhood's finest (yeah)
No head, zero cap, I'm a star, dawg (zero)

What you know about top-down sunset California drip?
What you know about Rolls Royce back to back, like the money team?
What you know about Trackhawks, Hellcats fleein' from the scene?
Stayin' on go everything green

That money comin' fast, I'm serious
Engine too loud, I ain't hearin' it
Four, a lil' cream my experiment
Ayy, find a route, I'm comin' for my folks like Harriet
I know she bad but she got miles like Darius
I'm thinkin' 'bout a brand new Benz, the AMG
I done put two best friends in just two seats
It's common sense you don't work, then you don't eat
They might think I'm bangin' Crip, I rock two Cs
Before I go, put codeine in my IV
I hope you know it's hard out here and harder to leave
Lately, I've been scoutin' these baddies, I'm buildin' a team
This paper got me doin' magic woke up in a dream

What you know about top-down sunset California drip?
What you know about Rolls Royce back to back, like the money team?
What you know about Trackhawks, Hellcats fleein' from the scene?
Stayin' on go, everything green

Chillin' at the Waldorf, eleven hunnid a night
Press a button top peel off, I'm lovin' this life
Ask a bitch how she feel is we f*ckin' tonight
I was a badass kid, I was covered in white
Look at me now, I'm froze neck covered in ice
Look at the kids they starin' when I stop at the light
Look at the hoes, they see me they f*ckin' on sight
Ghetto married to the gang threw a bucket in rice
Am I in love? Hell yeah, in love with the pint
But she ain't got her own bag, she ain't really my type
I show love and they stab me in the back with a knife
I took the knife and cut dough with it, now we alright

What you know about top-down sunset California drip?
What you know about Rolls Royce back to back, like the money team?
What you know about Trackhawks, Hellcats fleein' from the scene?
Stayin' on go, everything green
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Unc' dropped the fent', he overdid it with the car scent
Super ham, doggy far away from bein' Clark Kent
Chrome on the t-shirt, I think that's where my heart went
Ain't no water gun, but I'll pull up, leave the park drenched
Wood full of- (shh), think I'm runnin' out of oxygen
Young as hell, but I know the game like I'm Popovich
Megatron, throw the bag up, I ain't droppin' shit
Scamstar fluke ID, it say Dominic
Off a ten probably got a script, I could cop a brick (sheesh)
SBDSM how I'm not the shit
Can't waste time, boy, no matter what the clock gon' tick
Chillin' at the top, my opps at the bottom pissed

Red eye, cut the traction off, I might pop a wheelie
If you made somethin' out of nothin', then you got to feel me, shit
I don't know magic but it look like it
Tryin' to catch this wide body, it's gonna have the hook flyin'
It ain't take shit, push the pedal and I shook by 'em (skrrt)
Hit the side street and cut the car off (man)
Shit, look at me, I'm my neighborhood's finest (yeah)
No head, zero cap, I'm a star, dawg (zero)

What you know about top-down sunset California drip?
What you know about Rolls Royce back to back, like the money team?
What you know about Trackhawks, Hellcats fleein' from the scene?
Stayin' on go everything green

That money comin' fast, I'm serious
Engine too loud, I ain't hearin' it
Four, a lil' cream my experiment
Ayy, find a route, I'm comin' for my folks like Harriet
I know she bad but she got miles like Darius
I'm thinkin' 'bout a brand new Benz, the AMG
I done put two best friends in just two seats
It's common sense you don't work, then you don't eat
They might think I'm bangin' Crip, I rock two Cs
Before I go, put codeine in my IV
I hope you know it's hard out here and harder to leave
Lately, I've been scoutin' these baddies, I'm buildin' a team
This paper got me doin' magic woke up in a dream

What you know about top-down sunset California drip?
What you know about Rolls Royce back to back, like the money team?
What you know about Trackhawks, Hellcats fleein' from the scene?
Stayin' on go, everything green

Chillin' at the Waldorf, eleven hunnid a night
Press a button top peel off, I'm lovin' this life
Ask a bitch how she feel is we f*ckin' tonight
I was a badass kid, I was covered in white
Look at me now, I'm froze neck covered in ice
Look at the kids they starin' when I stop at the light
Look at the hoes, they see me they f*ckin' on sight
Ghetto married to the gang threw a bucket in rice
Am I in love? Hell yeah, in love with the pint
But she ain't got her own bag, she ain't really my type
I show love and they stab me in the back with a knife
I took the knife and cut dough with it, now we alright

What you know about top-down sunset California drip?
What you know about Rolls Royce back to back, like the money team?
What you know about Trackhawks, Hellcats fleein' from the scene?
Stayin' on go, everything green
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Writer: Charles Forsberg III, James Johnson IV, Marcellus Rayvon Register, Mark Anthony Masters Jr., Paulo Rodriguez, Philip Glen-Earl Peaks
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


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