Swung by on the car phone, niggas lookin
Six pots on the stove, everybody cookin
Jet Life over hoes, f*ck how you took it
I'ma shoot you straight, bro, everybody crooked
Yeah, everybody crooked
I'm never slippin, keep it pushin
I don't know if I'm a killer, cause you never pushed me
Just know that we ain't pussy
We ain't rookies
Impala Mobbin, Chevy slidin, that's just how I push it
And I'm currently cranckin' Curren$y, countin' currency
Wavy as Max B and the current be
I forever keep it P
Stamped out with a notary
These niggas actin' like broads, they should be in bras
Smart enough to study abroad, but we're studyin' broads
I could be ashing cigar and buyin' the bar
I still love my Chevy, so I ain't switchin' to foreign cars
Even when I'm tryin' be low-key
They women, they notice me
They know it's me
I keep these hoes spinnin' somethin' like a rotary
And that's probably why these niggas jealous
I'm just being me
Swung by on the car phone, niggas lookin
Six pots on the stove, everybody cookin
Jet Life over hoes, f*ck how you took it
I'ma shoot you straight, bro, everybody crooked
Risk was large and we took it
We not pussy
Sixty-one Impala, hydraulics and new bushings
Sittin' outside, plottin' on how to push it
To the limit, just how Scarface did it
Or them Rozay lyrics
Pour some O.J. in it
Lil' cut on that Henny
Stack it, spin it
We ain't no vintage bribers, Benzes
I'm that nigga
They just made my image
This God givin' not gimmicks
It's that championship for pendants
First place
Medals
Golden cup, the winners have entered
Raise your glass to us
In the winner's circle, sippin' champagne now
Rosé, Bellaire, get it by the case now
The Aviators and Jet Life, it makes sense
Since we sat on the clouds, wind came down, huh
Swung by on the car phone, niggas lookin
Six pots on the stove, everybody cookin
Jet Life over hoes, f*ck how you took it
I'ma shoot you straight, bro, everybody crooked
Risk was large and we took it
We not pussy
Sixty-one Impala, hydraulics and new bushings
Sittin' outside, plottin' on how to push it
To the limit, just how Scarface did it
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Swung by on the car phone, niggas lookin
Six pots on the stove, everybody cookin
Jet Life over hoes, f*ck how you took it
I'ma shoot you straight, bro, everybody crooked
Yeah, everybody crooked
I'm never slippin, keep it pushin
I don't know if I'm a killer, cause you never pushed me
Just know that we ain't pussy
We ain't rookies
Impala Mobbin, Chevy slidin, that's just how I push it
And I'm currently cranckin' Curren$y, countin' currency
Wavy as Max B and the current be
I forever keep it P
Stamped out with a notary
These niggas actin' like broads, they should be in bras
Smart enough to study abroad, but we're studyin' broads
I could be ashing cigar and buyin' the bar
I still love my Chevy, so I ain't switchin' to foreign cars
Even when I'm tryin' be low-key
They women, they notice me
They know it's me
I keep these hoes spinnin' somethin' like a rotary
And that's probably why these niggas jealous
I'm just being me
Swung by on the car phone, niggas lookin
Six pots on the stove, everybody cookin
Jet Life over hoes, f*ck how you took it
I'ma shoot you straight, bro, everybody crooked
Risk was large and we took it
We not pussy
Sixty-one Impala, hydraulics and new bushings
Sittin' outside, plottin' on how to push it
To the limit, just how Scarface did it
Or them Rozay lyrics
Pour some O.J. in it
Lil' cut on that Henny
Stack it, spin it
We ain't no vintage bribers, Benzes
I'm that nigga
They just made my image
This God givin' not gimmicks
It's that championship for pendants
First place
Medals
Golden cup, the winners have entered
Raise your glass to us
In the winner's circle, sippin' champagne now
Rosé, Bellaire, get it by the case now
The Aviators and Jet Life, it makes sense
Since we sat on the clouds, wind came down, huh
Swung by on the car phone, niggas lookin
Six pots on the stove, everybody cookin
Jet Life over hoes, f*ck how you took it
I'ma shoot you straight, bro, everybody crooked
Risk was large and we took it
We not pussy
Sixty-one Impala, hydraulics and new bushings
Sittin' outside, plottin' on how to push it
To the limit, just how Scarface did it
Six pots on the stove, everybody cookin
Jet Life over hoes, f*ck how you took it
I'ma shoot you straight, bro, everybody crooked
Yeah, everybody crooked
I'm never slippin, keep it pushin
I don't know if I'm a killer, cause you never pushed me
Just know that we ain't pussy
We ain't rookies
Impala Mobbin, Chevy slidin, that's just how I push it
And I'm currently cranckin' Curren$y, countin' currency
Wavy as Max B and the current be
I forever keep it P
Stamped out with a notary
These niggas actin' like broads, they should be in bras
Smart enough to study abroad, but we're studyin' broads
I could be ashing cigar and buyin' the bar
I still love my Chevy, so I ain't switchin' to foreign cars
Even when I'm tryin' be low-key
They women, they notice me
They know it's me
I keep these hoes spinnin' somethin' like a rotary
And that's probably why these niggas jealous
I'm just being me
Swung by on the car phone, niggas lookin
Six pots on the stove, everybody cookin
Jet Life over hoes, f*ck how you took it
I'ma shoot you straight, bro, everybody crooked
Risk was large and we took it
We not pussy
Sixty-one Impala, hydraulics and new bushings
Sittin' outside, plottin' on how to push it
To the limit, just how Scarface did it
Or them Rozay lyrics
Pour some O.J. in it
Lil' cut on that Henny
Stack it, spin it
We ain't no vintage bribers, Benzes
I'm that nigga
They just made my image
This God givin' not gimmicks
It's that championship for pendants
First place
Medals
Golden cup, the winners have entered
Raise your glass to us
In the winner's circle, sippin' champagne now
Rosé, Bellaire, get it by the case now
The Aviators and Jet Life, it makes sense
Since we sat on the clouds, wind came down, huh
Swung by on the car phone, niggas lookin
Six pots on the stove, everybody cookin
Jet Life over hoes, f*ck how you took it
I'ma shoot you straight, bro, everybody crooked
Risk was large and we took it
We not pussy
Sixty-one Impala, hydraulics and new bushings
Sittin' outside, plottin' on how to push it
To the limit, just how Scarface did it
Writer: Tony Poe, Jr, Shante Frankilin
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