[Verse 1]
You book me then you gotta book my shooter too
That's the whole gang, lil hoe plus two
Double cup runneth over cup holder it hold my juice
Ballin is a hobby bitch, it ain't no excuse
I'm having vanity affairs with these Vogue hoes
ATL, then Miami, then it's SoHo
I forgot her name so I had got her ass a snowglobe
Take your presents, got a stick, it's like the North pole
I left them SK8-Hi's for them Margielas and she say I'm different
But [?] feelings for these hoes you know I'm distant
Don't tell 'em where I get it, you wouldn't know the difference
She say I came back something new she thinks something's missin'
Miss me with that missin'
That third cup repetition
I'm bowlin, I'm golfin'
Ayy bitch, I be pitchin'
My partner got a 9 in that Saint Laurent
You call it what you want, you need more than you want
Can't let it take control, I gotta keep a pole
I know these n***as out to get me, these n***as patrol
The last thing I need is for these kids tryna be like me
I'm in the streets
I'm in the block
I'm really off this lean
I ain't no icon, I ain't even no figure
I'm tryna make them bands, them commas, racks, a couple figures
But I need to be forever remembered in them pictures
Malcolm X and A.P.C, need jeans by any means
[?] Young Martin Luther Lean
She see me with them keys
I skrt off with them keys
[Outro]
I just thought I'd let you know, I let that tech show
A n***a tryna run up on my partner let it go
I just thought I'd let you know, let that tech show
A n***a tryna run up on my partner let it go
I just thought I'd let you know, let that tech show
A n***a tryna run up on my woe I let it go
Thought I'd let you know, in case shit go woe
I might have to let that little bitch blow
I just thought I'd let you know, I let that tech show
A n***a tryna run up on my partner let it go (I let it go)