Letras
Astro,
Yeah
Sun is down, freezing cold
That's how we already know, winter's here
My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt
That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else
I tried to show 'em, yeah
I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Going on you with the pick and roll
Young La Flame, he in sicko mode
Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hopping out coupes
This shit way too big when we pull up give me the loot
(Gimme the loot!)
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's-it's 4 AM and I'm back up popping with the crew
I just landed in, Chase B mix this pop like Jamba Juice
Different colored chains, think my jeweler really selling fruits
And they choking, man, know the crackers wish it was a noose
Some-Some-Someone said
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Pl-Pl-Playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (Someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Pl-Pl-Playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak
Yeah, this-this shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit
Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue
All of these hoes I made off records I produced
I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group (yeah)
Hit my exes, I need the bootch (yeah)
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo (its lit)
Told her, Hop in, you coming too
In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
(Don't stop, pop that pussy!)
Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh
(Don't stop, pop that pussy!)
She said, Where we going? I said, The moon
(Don't stop, pop that pussy!)
We ain't even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool
Now I got her open, it's just the Goose